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"One hundred per cent. I know my body."

"You said something about symptoms. This is very good by the way."

"I know." She grinned at him and he could feel his belly twisting into knots. He wanted to sink himself deep inside her and stay there. “I’m off coffee."

"Oh."

"And grapes,. and I’ve been feeling dizzy every morning."

"Nausea?"

"A little, not enough to have me running to the bathroom, but enough for me to realize that something is going on. My mood swings are off the chart as well."

She looked at him. He’d obviously come straight from the office and was still wearing a suit. The blue sweater under the dark blue jacket looked wonderful on him. "I might end up hating the hell out of you."

"I thought you already did." He murmured dryly.

"It might become even more intense."

"Do you hate me now?"

She shook her head with a smile. "Right now, I’m tolerating you."

"Why, thank you."

"You’re more than welcome.” She inclined her head graciously, making him laugh.

“Now what?”

“I made an appointment for tomorrow.” She frowned at him. “I’m sorry, I should have asked if you can make it."

"What time?"

"Nine in the morning."

"Where?"

"Hillside clinic. It's private and I know the doctors there. They’ll be discreet."

"I’ll be there."

“Things are going to change. We’re talking about bringing a human being into the world.”

“I know. Are you scared?”

She shrugged, reaching for the wine and took several sips. “Down to my toes and if you aren’t then, you’re not thinking this through. What if we’re not good parents? Your mother…. “

“Don’t!”

His expression turned so ominous that it gave her pause.

“I'm sorry.” She told him quietly.

“I overreacted.” Picking up his glass, he took a sip before putting it back down. “She wasn’t a mother, not in any sense of the word. Eleanor Randall was the perfect example of poised and beautiful and had ice water running through her veins. She was the perfect hostess and would preside over a party like no one I’d ever seen.

She never had a hair out of place and ran a spotless house. She was the perfect wife from the outside and would plan a menu down to the tiniest detail. She was a tyrant and made the staffs’ lives miserable.” He took up the glass and stared at the liquid.

“You don’t have to- “

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