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“Yes it does.” I reply as I hustle off the bed, open my drawer and pullout a mumu.

“I was here when the sun was up and I fell asleep on the chair,” he replies. There was something about him sitting in the shadows. It makes me nervous.

I sit on my bed facing him. We both remain silent; I didn’t even know where to start.

“If you like we can talk to our lawyers. I wouldn’t keep you away from my child,” I grab a pillow and place it in front of me.

“Our child” he grumbles.

“Excuse me” I squint trying to see his face.

He makes no sound as he moves off the chair. He comes and stands in the middle of my legs and lift my chin with his index finger. He bends low his blue eyes burn into mine “Ours. The child is ours.”

I inhale thinking of all that has happened “You shot at me with an intention to kill me,”

“If I wanted to kill you, we wouldn’t be having this discussion,” Rhet says dryly.

I gather all my courage and ask, “Do you love me at all?”

He dips his hand his pockets and moves away to the door. I brace myself for his response.

“I don’t trust you,” he says. He leans on the door and it creaks from his weight.

I bow my head in shame. “If we can’t trust each other,”

“Then we can’t have any kind of relationship,” he completes my thoughts “For our child I can be amicable.”

“Amicable” the word tasted bitter in my mouth.

I try to swallow the lump building up in my throat “For what’s it worth I’m sorry.”

Without hesitation, he replies calmly, “For what’s it worth I don’t care.”

Rhet calm without raising his voice was more devastating than Rhet loud and angry.

“You could have come to me. I would have fixed everything for you,” his voice shakes.

“Your plate was full. You were fixing everyone’s problems, I wanted to do this for you,” I say earnestly, looking up at him. His face is expressionless. It’s as if he’s made up his mind and ended the relationship already.

“Come back to the house. It’s the safest place for you,” He commands.

Ignoring his command, I look at him “I love you, but this can never work if you can’t trust me.”

He walks to the bed “Who’s fault is that?”

“Are you going keep throwing this back in my face constantly?” I scream at him.

He stares back at me.

“I was wrong but I did it for you. For you Rhet Banner, because I love you.”

He opens the door “Come back to the house or stay. I have things I need to take care of.”

“Don’t bother coming back. When the baby is born, we can communicate through lawyers,” I say.

He leaves not looking back. I feel so empty inside. We are never going to fix this.

RHET

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