Chapter78

#Chapter78

I prop myself up and look over to him. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom, the light behind him almost holy.

/"What more could you possibly say to me?/" I ask.

/"Are you pregnant?/"

Without a thought, I say, /"No./"

/"Wrenley—/"

/"I'm not. You were right, what I felt was nothing./"

Again he turns on the bedroom light, making me flinch. He nears the bed while saying, /"My mother said some interesting things. It was implied. Did you tell her that you're pregnant?/"

/"Jesus, Adam, would you drop it? I don't need you to yell at me again about how I'm not pregnant. I didn't tell her that; I don't know what she was implying. You were right, I'm not pregnant. How many times do I have to say it?/"

He nods his head slightly. I take a breath, thinking it's over, but he suddenly says, /"Lift your shirt./"

I cease to move. We stare at each other for a few moments before I mumble, /"No./"