My mouth fell open and I shoved out of his embrace. “Are we? Are we married, Aaron?”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “Of course, we are.”
“Oh. I didn’t know. Because I was under the distinct delusion that a marriage is a partnership. You know? Where two people make decisionstogether.Not one person, in this caseyou,barking orders at the other person, me!” I planted my palms on my hips, throwing daggers at my husband. I had wanted to relax that night, to have a little bit of quiet time to myself, but if a fight was what he wanted then so be it!
“You’re right.”
Those two words completely deflated my anger.
“What?”
“I said,you’re right.”
“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
His frown deepened.
Dammit, he looked so damn irresistible when he did that.
“You’re right and I was wrong to demand that you … get rid of our baby.”
Our baby.
The first time he actually acknowledged the baby in my womb.
His jaw worked and his eyes circled the hallway as he fought to find the words to accurately apologize. I knew that’s what he was doing. I could read him better than anyone. But I wouldn’t let him off the hook before he said it himself.
“I was scared … terrified of losing you.” Clearing his throat, he looked me in the eye. “I’m sorry.”
I narrowed my gaze, lifting my chin. “And what brought you to this conclusion?”
He sighed, his jaw twitched. “I spoke with my brother.”
“Which one?”
“The firefighter.”
I smirked. “And what did Carter say?”
Aaron grunted. “He told me I was being as ass.”
“He was right.”
He moved closer and that was the first time I noticed my back was nearly against the wall in our hallway. Somehow he’d cornered me and I hadn’t realized it.
His arms went up on either side of my head. “I also spoke with Father.”
“And?”
“He, too, told me I was fucking up. He also reminded me that the worst thing to do to my wife was make her choose between her husband and the child she carried.” His hand went to my belly, moving underneath the cotton T-shirt of his that I wore, knotted in the back.
My eyelids drooped from his touch. His head lowered to the crook of my neck.
“Do you forgive me?”
I swallowed before licking my lips. “Um, I’m not sure.” My breathing increased when he pressed his pelvis against my hips, letting me feel his growing erection.
“What do you need to forgive me?”
