"I’ve been on a plane all day. I’m exhausted. I’ll sleep in the other room tonight," she said, patting my shoulder lightly. "You should get some rest, too."
She turned slightly, her voice softening as she looked at me.
"Darling, I know this is hard to swallow all at once. But we’ve known each other for twenty years, been married for ten, and weathered so much together. I do love you; please try to understand me."
Unwilling to let her go like that, I reached out and caught her wrist.
"Get rid of the baby," I pleaded. "Let’s have our own child… okay?"
She froze for a breath, then suddenly shook off my grip, her face flushed with fury.
"Matteo, I never thought you could be so heartless! He’s already six months old, and he is moving inside me. How can you even say that? He’s alive, he’s real!"
Just as her voice trembled with anger, her phone rang again.
She shot me a glare before picking up the call.
A soft, milky voice came through the speaker, full of childish grievance. “Mommy, brother took my ice cream again. Daddy said to call you.”
Reese’s expression lit up in an instant. Her tone softened into something sweet and coaxing.