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"So you did." He sipped the brandy and watched her over the rim of the glass.

"You know what it takes for me to do that."

"You think you’re above it."

"It might be for the fact that I’m almost always right." When he did not smile at that, she almost rolled her eyes. "I’m trying here."

"I’m sure you are."

"Look, this isn’t easy for me."

"Do you think it is for me?"

"You’ve known you were in love with me for years and that's something I’m trying to wrap my head around. On top of that, this pregnancy is kicking my ass and my writing isn’t going well. You need to cut me some slack."

His eyes glittered dangerously. "I’m bending over backwards to cut you some slack. All I want is for you to feel as comfortable as possible.

You refuse to take the pills which will help with the queasiness and if I or Mrs. Bailey aren’t on you like white on rice, you forget to eat. You’re not a child, Macayla, and you keep saying you’re an adult, try acting like one.”

"Oh, go to hell! “Pushing from the counter, she rose when he grabbed her arm.

"You’re going to want to let go of me."

"Or what? You’ll deck me? You’re going to stay right here while we have this out. You claim you want to go to the cabin to work and you know I can’t come with you. I-"

"I never asked you to!"

"There’s no way in hell you’re going there by yourself." He shouted back. Taking a deep breath, he tried for calm and barely manage it. "I promised to be there for you-"

"Don't do me any favors."

His mouth tightened. "You’re carrying my baby. Why the hell do you have to be so pigheaded? I come home from the office as early as I can to be here with you. I hate you’re going through all this and I want to be here as much as I can."

"You’re not the one who feels like crap every day. You’re not the one puking your guts out and feeling like death. It's me."

"I’m aware of that." He told her quietly. "Do you regret the pregnancy? Is that it?"

"Right now, I do."

He let go of her so quickly she stumbled back and the bleak expression on his face spoke volumes.

"I didn’t mean-"

"I think you did. I have some work to do. Make sure you eat something."

"Brady-"

"I can’t talk to you right now." With that, he strode from the room.

She almost went after him, but she was going to have to allow him to calm down first. She keeps making a mess of things by saying all the wrong things. She didn’t mean it. She didn’t regret carrying their baby and she’d hurt him by saying it.

Going over to the counter, she dropped down on the stool with a sigh. She was taking out her frustration on him and he didn’t deserve it.

She was taking him for granted. He was always looking out for her and always there for her. Tiffany might be as crazy as hell, but she’d hit the nail on the head. She had it good. Brady was there for her, tending to her, seeing to it that she ate and took her supplements.

She should be grateful, and she wasn’t. What the hell was wrong with her? She thought dejectedly. She couldn’t blame everything on hormones. It was her attitude that was at fault and if she continued like this, she was going to drive him away and that was something she couldn’t bear thinking of.

First, she was going to have some of the soup and then she was going to do her best to grovel. It might stick in her craw, but it had to be done.

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