“I do.” My jaw tightened. “Because she has to.”
Kraven’s expression shifted, something darker slipping in behind his eyes.
“You’re trying to rewrite what we are just because you can’t handle losing.”
“That’s the difference between us,” he snapped. “I’m not trying to win.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m trying to keep her.”
My chest rose. “At what cost?”
He shrugged like it didn’t matter. “At the cost of not knowing whose baby that is? I can live with that too.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re telling me you could look at that baby every single day and not wonder if it’s mine?” My voice dropped, rougher. “If it’s yours?”
“Yes.”
“Bullshit,” I repeated, stronger that time. “It’d eat you alive.”
“Not if it means she’s still ours.”
Ours.
I shook my head again. “You don’t even hear yourself right now.”
“I hear myself perfectly. I know exactly what I’m saying.”
“No, you don’t,” I countered. “What you’re suggesting? That’s not a relationship. That’s a recipe for a fucking disaster waiting to happen.
“Or it’s the only way we don’t destroy each other trying to force her to choose between us.”
“She doesn’t have to choose. That’s the whole point.”
My eyes snapped back to his, placing my hand in the air. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Point out that you don’t actually have a reason other than the fact that it’s not common.”
“That’s not?—”
“It is.”
“What you’re doing is avoiding reality.”
“No.” He smiled. “I’m evolving with it.”
“By turning it into something this fucked up?”
“By turning it into something that works for us. Who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks? Is that what you’re worried about?”
“Relationships don’t work this way.”
“Says who?”
