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“I’m sure they’ll want to be,” she replies, but her tone is guarded. Like she’s trying to hide something. What is it about her family that she’s being so secretive about?

“You don’t want them to be?”

“That’s not it.” But she doesn’t volunteer any additional information and the way she’s sitting, with her shoulders hunched up, says that she’s not interested in talking about it anymore.

“Do you like Dr. Ross?” I ask instead and she gives a nod.

“She’s good. And she answers all my questions.”

“Good. That’s what you need.”

Chapter Twelve ~ Emma

Is this all our relationship is going to be now? Just talking about my doctors’ appointments and the family I still haven’t told about any of this?

Is he really not interested in me at all anymore?

Maybe it’s just about the baby and now … now he expects me to be like … a live-in nanny.

The idea definitely doesn’t sound very appealing. Though I have to admit that getting to know him better has been good. But how long until he decides he wants someone else because he no longer wants me?

I sigh and he looks over at me sharply.

“Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine,” I reply, but I stand up as well. I don’t expect him to want sex all the time, though to be honest he always did before I told him I was pregnant. But still. “I’m going to go grab a new book,” I tell him, hurrying back to my room.

Once I’m there I hesitate a moment and wander into the bathroom, slipping off the jeans and top I’m wearing so I can take a closer look at myself.

I don’t look pregnant. At least, I don’t think I do. Maybe I am a little bit softer than normal. Or maybe there’s some puffiness in my face? I can’t quite tell and I’m definitely not the most objective judge. My clothes seem like they fit all right though. So what is it that he doesn’t like anymore?

Maybe it was always just a means to an end.

And as the days go by and he continues to show absolutely no interest I start to wonder, because now my clothes are fitting a little bit differently. I can still wear them but I can also tell that they’re not quite as comfortable. And it’s getting to be time to tell people. At least the ones closest to me. Which is why I’m getting nervous.

“Hey Mom, where are you going?” I ask as I pull up to the house and see her rushing out the door.

“Oh, I forgot to get Leann’s medicine when I was at the store. She’s still got a couple days but I don’t like to let it get too low.”

“Why don’t I grab it?”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll run out and you and Leann can catch up a bit until I get home.”

“Sure, yeah,” I agree, but I’m wondering just how I’m going to make small talk with Leann without telling her everything. And I only want to say this once.

Not that I’m going to tell them about the agreement with Chris. Just the things they need to know.

Still, I watch her drive off and head into the house.

“I really am fine staying home alone!” Leann calls from the other room and I walk in with a laugh.

“Well I’m an unpaid babysitter so I guess that’s going to have to do.”

“Emma! Hey, I was wondering when you were going to come by again. It’s been days.” She seems excited to see me and when she looks me over there’s no hint of suspicion or anything; so maybe she can’t tell that I’m pregnant, but Chris obviously can.

The bitter thought makes me frown but I quickly cover that and sink onto the couch where my sister already has a movie playing.

“The Notebook again?”

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