“Enough,Evelyn!”he cut me off,irritated.“Everything you’ve done these past few days has been disappointing.If you keep acting like this,I’ll have to reconsider whether this marriage should even continue.”He paused,eyes cold.“You don’t want the baby inside you to be born without a father,do you?”
He was threatening me—with divorce.
Looking at his face,the side he always turned away when he was done with an argument,I felt the memories unravel.The promises,the whispered sweet nothings,all turning to ash in a matter of months.
He once said this room would always belong to our baby.He said he would treasure both of us for the rest of his life.
And yet here we were.
I didn’t say anything else.I turned around and walked out,numb.My hand instinctively cradled my belly,feeling the faint flutter of life inside me.
“Don’t worry,baby.We don’t need that room.I’ll make you a better one.”
Behind me,Beckett stood frozen,watching me walk away.That same flicker of guilt from the hospital flashed across his face again—sharp and quick,then buried.
But as Delaney called out to him from the nursery,he turned and walked back to her.