Gifted To The Dragon: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance (The Gifted Series Book 2) by Amira Rain Page B
Authors: Amira Rain
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you...you weren't on any kind of birth control the night...." Pausing, he raked a hand through his thick, dark hair. "The night we...."
"No. Which, yes, should have made me stop to think before we became intimate, but as fast as everything happened, I guess I just...."
Now I got the urge to rake a hand through my hair, but I resisted.
"Anyway, I should point out that at no point did you ever ask me if I was on birth control or if we might need any additional form of protection."
Desmond nodded. "I know. I realize that. I was very caught up in the moment as well. We're both to blame for this mess."
Instantly wounded, I couldn't speak right away.
"Is my baby...is my baby just a 'mess' to you, Desmond? Is that how you really feel? That my baby is just a ‘mess?’”
"No. I just meant that this whole disaster in general-"
"Oh, now my baby is a 'disaster' to you, too?"
Heaving a sigh, Desmond got up from the couch and began pacing around on a massive maroon-and-cream oriental rug in front of it.
"Look, Madison. I'm not saying that the baby itself is a 'mess' and a 'disaster'-"
"Well, it sounds like you are, and you may as well be. It sounds like you don't want to have anything to do with the baby. It sounds like you have no interest in being a parent at all."
"Well, you're right about that. I don't."
I felt as if I'd been slapped.
"I'll pay you support, and I'll pay to help you relocate shortly before the baby's born. Or even right now, if that might be easier for you. Whatever you want. I'll also pay for all costs associated with the baby's birth, and I'll even pay whatever other bills you need me to, at any time, indefinitely. But other than that-"
"You really want nothing to do with your own child?"
"I really don't."
"Desmond, please stop pacing. Look me in the eye and say that. Look me in the eye and say that you really want nothing to do with your own child."
Raking a hand through his hair again, he didn't stop pacing and instead, only seemed to accelerate his pace.
"Look. You're making this a lot harder than it has to be."
"Will you at least tell me one thing? Why didn't you at least say goodbye before you left? Were you that dissatisfied by me? I only ask this because I thought we had some sort of a real connection that night. I had the feeling that you were a good guy."
"I'm not a good guy. I left because I'd gotten what I wanted."
Tears immediately sprang to my eyes, and I didn't know what to respond right away. But after a moment or two went by with my eyes continuing to fill, I realized I had to say something just to be done with our talk and get Desmond out of my apartment, because I didn't want him to see me cry. Something about that seemed as if it would be a defeat of some kind, or a lowering of myself.
Hoping to display the same stoicism that Desmond was displaying, I did my best to hold my chin up while I spoke.
"All right, then. Fair enough. I at least appreciate your honesty in answering my question. And I guess you can just go ahead and leave now, unless you have anything more to add."
Despite my best efforts to keep my voice steady, I'd spoken with a clear tremor present as a result of suppressed pain and tears, and now Desmond finally stopped pacing and looked at me. And to my astonishment, his own eyes were radiating pain.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say what I did so harshly, but...it's the truth."
"Well, you don't need to harp on it. So, you slept with me and took off because you'd gotten what you wanted. So what. I'm a big girl. I can handle that."
A tear now rolling down my cheek said I couldn't, and I swatted it away, irritated.
"And like I said, you can just go ahead and leave now, unless you want to say something else about how you just used me and ran...or something else about how you don't care at all about the baby and want no part in its life."
"I
"No. Which, yes, should have made me stop to think before we became intimate, but as fast as everything happened, I guess I just...."
Now I got the urge to rake a hand through my hair, but I resisted.
"Anyway, I should point out that at no point did you ever ask me if I was on birth control or if we might need any additional form of protection."
Desmond nodded. "I know. I realize that. I was very caught up in the moment as well. We're both to blame for this mess."
Instantly wounded, I couldn't speak right away.
"Is my baby...is my baby just a 'mess' to you, Desmond? Is that how you really feel? That my baby is just a ‘mess?’”
"No. I just meant that this whole disaster in general-"
"Oh, now my baby is a 'disaster' to you, too?"
Heaving a sigh, Desmond got up from the couch and began pacing around on a massive maroon-and-cream oriental rug in front of it.
"Look, Madison. I'm not saying that the baby itself is a 'mess' and a 'disaster'-"
"Well, it sounds like you are, and you may as well be. It sounds like you don't want to have anything to do with the baby. It sounds like you have no interest in being a parent at all."
"Well, you're right about that. I don't."
I felt as if I'd been slapped.
"I'll pay you support, and I'll pay to help you relocate shortly before the baby's born. Or even right now, if that might be easier for you. Whatever you want. I'll also pay for all costs associated with the baby's birth, and I'll even pay whatever other bills you need me to, at any time, indefinitely. But other than that-"
"You really want nothing to do with your own child?"
"I really don't."
"Desmond, please stop pacing. Look me in the eye and say that. Look me in the eye and say that you really want nothing to do with your own child."
Raking a hand through his hair again, he didn't stop pacing and instead, only seemed to accelerate his pace.
"Look. You're making this a lot harder than it has to be."
"Will you at least tell me one thing? Why didn't you at least say goodbye before you left? Were you that dissatisfied by me? I only ask this because I thought we had some sort of a real connection that night. I had the feeling that you were a good guy."
"I'm not a good guy. I left because I'd gotten what I wanted."
Tears immediately sprang to my eyes, and I didn't know what to respond right away. But after a moment or two went by with my eyes continuing to fill, I realized I had to say something just to be done with our talk and get Desmond out of my apartment, because I didn't want him to see me cry. Something about that seemed as if it would be a defeat of some kind, or a lowering of myself.
Hoping to display the same stoicism that Desmond was displaying, I did my best to hold my chin up while I spoke.
"All right, then. Fair enough. I at least appreciate your honesty in answering my question. And I guess you can just go ahead and leave now, unless you have anything more to add."
Despite my best efforts to keep my voice steady, I'd spoken with a clear tremor present as a result of suppressed pain and tears, and now Desmond finally stopped pacing and looked at me. And to my astonishment, his own eyes were radiating pain.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say what I did so harshly, but...it's the truth."
"Well, you don't need to harp on it. So, you slept with me and took off because you'd gotten what you wanted. So what. I'm a big girl. I can handle that."
A tear now rolling down my cheek said I couldn't, and I swatted it away, irritated.
"And like I said, you can just go ahead and leave now, unless you want to say something else about how you just used me and ran...or something else about how you don't care at all about the baby and want no part in its life."
"I
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