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“Stop brooding, and just say it,” I said.
I sounded borderline hysterical, and he looked at me, his brows quirked.
“Say what?”
“You’re obviously pissed off, so get it off your chest,” I said.
“What makes you think I’m pissed off?” he said.
As he spoke, he turned to face me, and I was suddenly struck by his presence.
Somehow, I had gotten used to him, but I looked at him differently now, his huge size, his muscles, the intimidating presence that I had somehow forgotten hitting me full force.
“I don’t know, call it a hunch?” I said.
He gave no reaction, and I knew that my lame attempt at humor hadn’t made things better.
Had probably only made them worse.
“Dr. Mueller said you should rest. Being out for hours on end is not resting,” he said.
“I think I know when I need to rest, Davit,” I said.
“And what I think doesn’t matter,” he countered.
It wasn’t a question; it was a statement, one that was almost brutal in its simplicity.
His point wasn’t lost on me, but I wouldn’t concede, not when I had so much more at stake.
“I know how I’m feeling, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the baby,” I said.
It was my attempt at placating him, and it failed.
“And after what you did, I’m just supposed to trust that?” he asked.
“What I did?”
“Yes, what you did,” he said.
“I don’t need you throwing my supposed crimes in my face. But you asked the question. You’re just supposed to trust me, like I’m just supposed to trust you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” He had the nerve to look confused, which sent my already spiraling emotions into overdrive.
“What does that mean?” I said.
He looked at me blankly.
“What does that mean?” I repeated, knowing that I looked and sounded insane, but unable to stop myself.
His posture softened, and he reached out, gently closed his hands around my arms. “Amethyst, don’t get so upset. It’s not good for the baby,” he whispered.
“You think I don’t know what’s good for the baby?” I said, sounding as unhinged as I had before.
The more worked up I got, the calmer he seemed to become.
“Amethyst, drink this,” he said.
He walked me to the couch, and when I sat, he left and then returned with a glass of water.
