I’d never turned him down before—not even when I wasn’t feeling well. This was the first time.
I took a breath. My throat felt tight. “I’m on my period. I’m uncomfortable.”
He contradicted me almost immediately.
“That can’t be right. I’ve counted—your period shouldn’t be today.”
I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a quiet laugh.
It was shallow but laced with a sarcasm even I couldn’t suppress.
“It hasn’t been regular for two months already.”
I looked at him, my voice soft. “You remember it that clearly?”
He went quiet for a second, clearly in the wrong.
But it never occurred to him that my cycle was irregular because I’d been pregnant back then. Seeing I wasn’t interested, he didn’t push it. He simply reached out and pulled me back into his arms.
The gesture was casual—firm enough that refusal wasn’t really an option.
“Then get some sleep.”
His breathing slowly evened out.
I stayed awake, staring at the dark ceiling as tears silently soaked into the pillow.
I was painfully aware that for Kelsey’s sake, he didn’t even seem to be considering a divorce—and was still thinking about having a child with me.
But Tucker… we’re not having kids.