But the second Carrie stepped out of the bedroom with the first-aid kit, he grabbed my hand.
"Wilfred, I know you don't like me, but why did you push me?"
Carrie lunged forward, but her foot caught on something and her whole body pitched backward.
Instinct took over. I reached for her. But Graham lurched toward her as if I'd shoved him, slamming into Carrie with full force.
"My stomach... oh God, my stomach... it hurts..."
Carrie hit the floor flat on her back, her face twisted in agony.
Graham landed on top of her, clutching his groin and sucking air through his teeth.
I stood frozen, unable to comprehend why Graham would hurt Carrie.
Before I could get a single word out, he was already scrambling to his feet, his face a mask of panic and concern.
"Carrie, I'm so sorry! Don't be scared. I'm taking you to the hospital right now."
Gritting through the pain, he scooped her into his arms and bolted for the door.
Before leaving, he shot me a cold look.
"Wilfred, I never thought you could be this vicious. Laying hands on a pregnant woman?"
Carrie curled into his arms, glaring at me with pure venom.
"Wilfred, you think I'll marry you just because the baby's gone? Keep dreaming."