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“No, but it would give me more time to find a ship with a seal, to put our baby in and protect them. Besides, our child will be half-Lorrian. He has a better chance of surviving it than you, even when you’re not pregnant.”
“Then something else,” she said. “Anything else. We could go somewhere else and hide out. Why are we still on Lorr? Is there a good reason?”
He frowned, growing irritated. “Did you forget about the Flemlars looking for you? Did you forget about the bounty hunter they have out for you? Do you want to travel with the possibility that someone might see you and want to bring you in for that reward? Is that what you want?”
“I don’t know what I want!” she screamed, throwing her arms up. “All I know is I’m going fucking crazy sitting around here like this is the answer! It isn’t!”
She watched him take a deep breath in, and she crossed her arms. She knew she was being harsh, but she didn’t know what else to do. She needed him to hear her, to understand that this wasn’t working anymore. She wanted to gohome.
Grux rubbed his eyes, feeling a headache forming. Scarlett certainly had been emotional these past few days, and every day it grew worse. It wasn’t like the reasons were a mystery to him.
Her pregnancy wasn’t even at the top of the list. As much as he dreaded the next leg of their journey and all the uncertain dangers it entailed, he was going a little stir crazy, as well.
He knew she wanted to go home, and he wanted to take her home.
But he also knew it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t like he could just make it happen at the snap of his fingers. Too many parts of the plan that could go wrong, and he wasn’t risking it—wasn’t riskingher.
“Scarlett.” He said her name in hopes of calming the situation before it grew. “I’m trying. I know you want to go home. I hear that. I do. But we have to wait.”
“I’m sick of waiting,” she yelled back. She paced, growing louder the more she talked. “I’m sick of waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass.”
His eyebrows went up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me!” she yelled, throwing her hands up again. “You just want me to suffer. You want me to feel miserable. Well, I’m there.”
“That’s the last thing I want.” He took a step toward her. “I want you to go home as well, Scarlett, but that isn’t possible right now. We need to think about what is best for you and the baby.”
“It is that simple! You just refuse to think of anything.”
He was trying to keep his calm, but it grew harder by the second. He ran his hands through his hair and frowned. She wasn’t listening to him.
“Scarlett, I know it seems like we haven’t gotten far, but we have. You’re not where you were several months ago. We are going to get you home, just not right now.”
She started to cry. He frowned, seeing the situation only growing worse.
“You’re just refusing to take me back!”
“I’m not!” he yelled back at her. “I’m trying to get you to understand it isn’t that simple.” He was going in circles with her. Everything was going in one ear and out the other.
She stopped pacing and looked at him, squaring her shoulders. She narrowed her eyes. “I would have been home by now if I wasn’t pregnant.”
He stilled.
“This isn’t even my life. Because of this pregnancy, nothing I do is even my choice, and I hate you for it. If you had just brought me home like you said you would, we wouldn’t even be here.”
“That’s not fair,” he said. “We both made a decision to sleep together, Scarlett. It isn’t only my fault you’re pregnant.”
She laughed. “Well, we wouldn’t have slept together if you’d just taken me home like you promised. It’s your fault I’m miserable.”
She turned, marching down the hallway, and he heard the bedroom door slam behind her. He ground his teeth. He wanted to go after her and tell her she was wrong, but it wouldn’t matter.
Nothing he said was getting through to her. She wanted to go home, and that was all she could think about. Nothing he could say or do could change that fact.
So, he opened the closet, pulled out some blankets, and tossed them onto the couch. He was no longer hungry. He just wanted to sleep.
He flicked all the lights off and crawled onto the makeshift bed, pulling the blankets over himself.
Everything was silent, nothing but the sound of the wind. He sighed, resting his hand over his face. Everything felt like a disaster, and he didn’t know how to fix it.
