“Okay. You’re healthy. There’s nothing life-threatening that needs to be dealt with immediately. You’ve got the next piece of information and time to think about what you want to do.”
Not bothering to draw the curtain between them, she pulled on her underwear. “You’re still not going to say what your opinion is?”
“No. Because my opinion might influence yours, and it’s your choice.”
But she’d seen his face when he looked at the sonogram, when they’d heard the heartbeat. She knew his opinion. Maybe not on them, but on this. It would hurt him if she chose termination. Turning her back, she continued to dress, thinking about what it had been like to be with him all these months.
He loved her. Had always loved her, on some level. He might not be in love with her, but she knew if she opted to continue this pregnancy, she wouldn’t be doing it alone. He’d never walk away. Not from her. Not from his child. If she chose to have this baby, it would bind them together forever. Certainly not the way she might’ve wanted, but maybe it wouldn’t be horrible. Maybe it could work.
She had a lot more thinking to do, and she was so incredibly grateful he was letting her run the show. That he’d gone out of his way not to force her hand in any way.
Fully dressed, she crossed the room and took his face in her hands, drawing him down for a soft kiss. “Thank you for being great.”
He pressed his brow to hers. “Thank you for being mine.”