Page 22 of The Light to My Darkness (The Light to My Darkness 1)

"How could you?" I was having trouble keeping my voice low. Scarlett was sleeping in the next room. We still had company over. But I couldn't seem to control myself. And the thought that Rob was right and that my hormones were taking over made me even madder. Screw both of them.

"I didn't..."

"You're lucky that our couch is comfortable. Because you're going to be sleeping on it." I stormed out of the room and almost ran straight into Daphne.

"Is everything okay in here? You're going to wake the girls."

"Everything is fine minus the fact that we're married to assholes."

Daphne laughed.

"Daphne, you're supposed to be on my side."

"I have no idea what the three of you are arguing about. But if you ask me, they look very sorry." She looped her arm through mine and made me turn around.

Rob had his bottom lip out like he was the saddest man on earth. James, on the other hand, was just staring at me with an expression I was all too familiar with. Those same sad big brown eyes that Scarlett flashed me whenever she was upset. Everyone said that Scarlett looked exactly like me. But I knew better. Those damn eyes. The eyes I could never say no to. He looked so dejected. And he should have been. He had said he never wanted our son. What was he expecting me to say? That I wanted to turn back time and never get pregnant? I loved our son with every ounce of my being. I was, after all, risking my life for his. I was aware of that. I wasn't an idiot.

"Well, maybe you can take both of them home with you tonight. I want nothing to do with them." I walked past Daphne into the living room and scooped Scarlett up into my arms. God, my baby girl was getting so heavy. I ignored the fact that she was definitely over the weight limit of things I was allowed to lift now. I carried her up the stairs without looking back.

James could sue whoever he wanted. I didn't care what he did with our money. Honestly, I couldn't care less. But he couldn't say he didn't want our son. Or Scarlett. I kicked the door shut with my foot. It slammed hard, waking Scarlett.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" she said and yawned.

"You and I are having a slumber party tonight." I kissed her forehead and tucked her into the bed where James usually slept. I couldn't sleep alone tonight. And I didn't want James climbing into the bed in a minute saying he was sorry. I wasn't ready to forgive him yet.

"Slumber party? What is slumber?" She curled up to me as soon as I climbed into bed.

"It means to sleep. It's where best friends spend the night. And have fun hanging out."

"Best friends?"

"The people you want to spend the most time with in the whole wide world. Because you're happiest when you're together."

"You're my best friend, Mommy." She grabbed my hand and held it to her chest like she was hugging one of her stuffed animals.

Tears pooled in my eyes. That had to be the sweetest thing she had ever said to me.

"You're my best friend too, baby girl." I kissed her forehead. "Now get some sleep."

She sighed lightly and her eyelids drooped shut again.

I watched her drift asleep in just a few seconds. She was so energetic all day. But as soon as her head hit a pillow, she was always out cold. Maybe when you had no worries in the world, sleep came easily. I hadn't been sleeping well ever since Dr. Nelson had delivered the news. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that he had been rather tactless, just like James had said. None of it mattered, though. I didn't regret getting pregnant again for a second.

I felt a sharp kick in my ribs.

I'm on your side, baby boy.

He kicked me again.

Ow. I winced. Every day he was getting stronger. It wasn't like I wasn't aware of what was happening. Because every day I felt just a tiny bit weaker. It terrified me. But I was not angry at him. How could I possibly be angry at him?

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"Baby?"

I slowly opened my eyes. The most handsome face in the world was just a few inches from mine. With those sad brown eyes. I had put the sadness there. The thought made my chest ache. Why couldn't I have a normal conversation with him? One where one of us didn't end up getting upset. Did my hormones really make me that insane? I felt like I had an anger hangover. I blinked, helping the room come into better focus. He was kneeling on the ground next to the bed. He was literally on his knees begging for forgiveness, when it should have been me groveling. "James, I'm so sorry."

He put his index finger against my lips. "You and Scarlett are my whole world. There's not a day that goes by that I don't realize how blessed my life is. My life revolves around my girls."

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