Page 39 of Cruel Salvation
He hadn’t noticed when they had sex, but she guessed it wasn’t noticeable unless you were looking. “Just a little.”
“What will you tell people if they ask?”
“They won’t.”
Damon nodded. “Listen, Naz. I really am sorry for how I behaved earlier.”
“I know and I over-reacted. I know you didn’t mean anything nasty. I guess I’m just a little sensitive and a lot jumpy. I’m so used to making my own choices about my life that letting someone else have a say or an opinion isn’t natural for me.”
“I know and I get that. You’re your own person. It’s your body and I need to respect that.”
“I guess we need to figure out how to navigate things if you still want that?”
Her belly was awash with nerves and she was seriously regretting those fries right now. Damon remained silent and stood suddenly. Her heart fell as she waited for him to walk away, and tell her she was too much, too hard work.
A shriek left her mouth when he lifted her into his arms. “What the fuck?”
He carried her bride-style to the couch and dropped down, settling her on his lap.
“I thought we should get comfortable for this conversation.”
“And having a whale on your lap is comfortable?”
“Having a sexy, beautiful, amazing, annoying woman on my lap is.”
“You’re weird.”
“I guess I am a little weird.”
Her fingers smoothed over his chest as she tried to get her thoughts in some semblance of order.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve handled everything lately with us and the baby.”
“You’ve been through this before, Naz?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then you’re doing the best you can. Don’t beat yourself up for that.”
“When did you get so wise?”
“About a year ago when my life blew up.”
“I’m sorry about Carter. I know I hated him, but he was your brother, and I don’t think I ever told you how sorry I am that things turned out the way they did.”
A sad look passed over his handsome features and he shrugged. “Can’t look back, only forward.”
“And how does forward look for us?”
“I want to be with you. That hasn’t changed because we had a fight.”
“And the baby?”
Damon speared his fingers through his hair, and she noticed he looked tired. “I want the baby, but I want you to be sure and want it too. I’d never presume or force you to have a child. It wouldn’t be fair to you or them.”
“So if the baby wasn’t here, you’d still want me?”
“Yes.”
