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She stares at me, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “But… it’s not your fight, Ruslan. It has nothing to do with you.”
“If you sign that contract, you will be carrying my child soon, Emma,” I remind her. “And from then on, if anything affects you, directly or indirectly, itdoeshave something to do with me.”
She swallows, her eyes flitting from me to the contract, then back to me. “It’s too much.”
It’s not nearly as much as you deserve.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Her bottom lip trembles before she bites down on it. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You just have to sign on the dotted line—ifthis is really what you want.”
She walks over to the table and picks up the pen. Her eyes hover on me for a moment. Is that hesitation in her eyes? Fear? Doubt?
“This is a big deal, isn’t it?” she whispers.
I nod. “You have to be sure.”
She exhales and closes her eyes. I resist the urge to touch her. But all I can think is,She has to sign. I fuckingneedher to sign.
Because if I don’t put a baby in this womantonight,I’m going to go fucking insane.
When she opens her eyes again, she looks calm. “Iamsure.” She proves it by scribbling her signature confidently at the bottom of the page. “There. It’s done.”
“It’s done.”
She blushes. “So… now what?”
“Now, I need your purse.”
“Mywhat?”
I hold out my hand. After a few moments of hemming and hawing, she passes it over and I promptly start rooting around in it. I catch her perplexed expression from my periphery.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you never go through a lady’s bag?” I ignore her. “Ruslan, what are you looking for?”
I finally manage to find what I’m after in the excess of random junk she’s got stuffed in her purse. I pull it up for her to see.
“My birth control pills,” she breathes, staring at the small pink case. “Wow. We’re really doing this?”
I head into the bathroom just off the living room and start popping each pill into the toilet while Emma lingers to the side, watching me give each dose its own send-off.
“Dramatic, much?”
Dramatic? Yes.
Turned-on? Very fucking much so.
“You did promise me drama. I’m just returning the favor.” I step aside to let her come closer. “Care to do the honors?”
She takes a deep breath and reaches out. Her fingers tremble as they come to rest on the silver lever. She takes one more breath for good measure, then, holding the exhale, she pushes down on the flush. We watch the pills disappear into the whirlpool and despite her tease earlier, it really does feel necessarily dramatic. We are officially “trying.”
How the fuck this came to be, I’m still not entirely certain.
I grab hold of her and pull her against my chest. “You’re deep in thought.”
Emma nods distractedly, her cheek rustling against my shirt. “I was just thinking…”
