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“You’re right.… I should’ve said something right away.”
“I can’t go through this again, Molly. I’m sorry, but I just can’t. I’ll try to help you through the pregnancy, but I don’t ever want anything to do with the child.”
His words hurt, and she jerked herself out of his arms. “Don’t worry, you’re free now,” she said bitterly. “You’ve taken care of your responsibilities. I’m sure Lesley’s been waiting for this day for a long time.” That was an incredibly mean thing to say, but she didn’t care.
“What’s Lesley got to do with this?”
“You’re free,” she said, dramatically throwing her arms in the air.
“No, not really.”
“What are you talking about? You went before the judge, didn’t you?”
It took him far longer to answer than it should have. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“You mean to tell me we’re not divorced?” Molly cried, vaulting to her feet.
“We aren’t divorced,” Jordan said as if he regretted his decision.
“Why aren’t we?”
“Because you’re pregnant,” Jordan returned forcefully.
“So? You just finished saying you don’t want anything to do with the baby.”
Jordan thrust his hands in his pockets, and his gaze avoided hers. “The pregnancy makes a difference. It’s reasonable to wait and refile the papers after the baby’s born. Another few months won’t matter one way or another, will it?”
Molly didn’t answer him. She doubted Lesley would agree with him, but it wasn’t her place to point that out.
An awkward silence fell between them. “How are you feeling?” Jordan eventually asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Morning sickness?”
She shrugged. “A little.”
“What about the afternoons?”
So he remembered the afternoon bouts of nausea she’d suffered when she was pregnant with Jeffrey. “Some, but not as bad as it was…the first time.”
He nodded and took his hands out of his pockets.
Molly pushed the hair away from her face. The muggy heat felt stifling. It didn’t seem right for them to be sitting in her living room, discussing her pregnancy.
“I don’t know how to act around you anymore,” she whispered. “You aren’t my husband, and yet we’re still married. I’d made my peace with the divorce and now we aren’t divorced. What exactlyarewe, Jordan?”
The question seemed to cause some deliberation. “Couldn’t we be friends?” he finally asked.
Molly didn’t know how to answer him. Friendship implied camaraderie and rapport, and she wasn’t sure they had that anymore. It also implied an ongoing relationship.
“Remember how we told Michael this was going to be a friendly divorce?” Jordan prompted.
“That’s the problem,” Molly said, laughing softly. “The divorce is friendlier than the marriage.”
Jordan laughed, too, and it helped ease the tension between them. He sat down at the other end of the sofa.
