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There are outside elements that are making it difficult for the people working there to make an impression. We are going to have to fight fire with fire. It is not simply handing them a check and wishing them the best. We are getting involved."
"You are four months pregnant." He pushed up against the pillows. "Over the past three months, you have been plagued with nausea, high blood pressure and swollen ankles. Not to mention the fatigue. You stayed in bed an entire day because you were so poorly, this is not the time to go traipsing around in the downtown area. I will not allow you-"
"Allow me?" She shoved up and turned to face him. "I am not your damn child and you keep forgetting that.
You might be a hotshot rich guy, but I am still my own woman. I might be carrying your baby inside me, but I get to say what happens in my damn life. You are suffocating me-" She stuttered to a stop at the cold mask that dropped over his face. "I did not-"
"That ends right here. Do whatever the hell you want." He shoved out of bed and she watched as he strode from the room and slammed the doors shut behind him.
"Dammit! Dammit!" She whispered, raking her fingers through her hair in an agitated movement. She had not meant to say that, but he had totally pissed her off.
She understood that he was looking out for her, but she was fine. She got her regular checkups and Rachel was monitoring her three times a month. She took her supplements and ate her damn vegetables.
She was even drinking milk every day even though she hated the taste of it. She was bonding with their baby, wasn't she? She had them listening to classical music every single day and had even suggested they attended the opera, just a week ago.
He was being unreasonable. He knew what the charity meant to her. He knew her damn past and that she felt compelled to reach out to children who were being taken advantage of. She had even started a program in schools where kids living in broken homes could feel free to speak up.
She and David had been terrified to say anything because of the fear that had been drummed into them about ending up in the system. She was going to be a mother and she had every intention of trying to make the world a much better place.
Resting back against the pillows, she closed her eyes. She was not going to apologize this time because she had done nothing wrong. He was going to have to be the one to make the move.
Sliding down, she pulled the sheets over her and closed her eyes. He would come back to their bed. In the time she had started to live with him, he had never slept away from her, and now, she was pregnant. What if something happened to her during the night? He would never be able to live with himself.
She drifted off a few minutes later and woke shortly after to find the place next to her empty. A glance at the clock showed that it was almost midnight. Where the hell was, he? She laid there staring at the intricate pattern of the ceiling as she rubbed her stomach.
"Your daddy is being a selfish prick. I am sorry dude or dudette, I did promise to stop cursing, but oh, he drives me up the wall." Closing her eyes, she forced herself to go back to sleep.
*****
He was gone when she woke up the next morning. She had slept through her alarm and when she opened her eyes it was almost nine. Pushing the sheets off her, she climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to relieve herself. He had not come to bed, she thought dismally.
Going over to the sink, she washed her hands and towel dried them before heading out of the suite. Shoving the doors of the adjoining suite open, she went into the bedroom to see the rumpled sheets and pillows. Evidence that he had spent the night there.
Walking over to the bed, she sat on the side of it. Taking up the pillow, she held it to her nose and inhaled his scent before crushing it to her chest. She had never lived with anyone before, this was a first for her and he had told her it was a first for him too.
"I never wanted anyone invading my space. Until now." She could hear his deep cultured voice inside her head.
And he was cultured. He had taken her to art galleries- private showings by Jackson Colby and his brother Jason. They had traveled to Italy to attend a wine-tasting party put on by one of his friends.
He belonged to the Exclusive Club; a place filled with the highest echelon of society. He had brought her into his society, something she had done her best not to be overwhelmed by.
"They are just people darling," he had told her in amusement.
"People with lots of money."
"Still just people," he had insisted.
She admired him. He had so much talent and she had told him that from the initial stage. He could take a simple looking building and turn it into a work of art. The magazines raved about him, calling him the man with the magic fingers.
He knew what he wanted. He would study and research and had this vision inside his head that he would transform into something amazing. She loved him. She had tried to avoid getting involved emotionally, but had been unable to help herself.
"I love you. When are you going to let me in? I will never hurt you. Please let me in." The tears slid down her cheeks. She was damaged and had told him that right from the start. "I have a lot of issues going on. You don't want to be part of that."
"Try me. I want to be there for you, to help you through whatever is going on. All I am asking for is a chance. Give me a damn chance Remi and let me prove myself to you. I need you."
He had broken through her resistance and the walls she had put up. Now she was in love with him and carrying his child. And every single day, she was making mistakes, ones that were driving him away. He could have any woman he wanted. She had seen the looks whenever they went somewhere.
Women of beauty and culture, ones from his society. She was driving him towards one of them and the thought of him being with someone else was making her crazy. She would not be able to bear it.
