You Have Forty Weeks To Fall In Love With Me
‘Hmm?’
I opened a bleary eye when I felt someone shaking my shoulders.
Kieran was kneeling next to the bathtub, looking anxious.
‘What?’
‘Are you trying to kill yourself again?’ He grabbed my shoulders and hauled me out of the water. ‘It’s just a bloody pregnancy, not the end of the world!’
He ran a hand roughly over my face and wiped away drops of water.
‘What?’
I was still groggy and had no idea what he was talking about.
‘I wasn’t…I wasn’t trying to kill myself. I just fell asleep.’
I tried to stand, but my legs were jelly.
He scooped me up in his arms.
The sudden weightlessness woke me up completely.
I hooked both hands around his neck instinctively.
My sluggish brain came online and I finally processed what he said.
Pregnancy?
I stared at him stupidly.
‘I’m pregnant? Are you sure?’
Was I hearing things, or did he really say that?
He didn’t reply, just tossed one towel over my face and wrapped my body in another.
Then he carried me out of the bathroom.
He walked slowly, his steps s
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