Sarah
I stab my fork into a piece of roasted potato, looking at him from under my eyelashes.
I won't beg him to be there for his own child. If he wants to keep pushing me away, let him. I've spent too much time tiptoeing around his moods, too much time pretending that his words don't cut deeper than they should. But I am not alone anymore. I am going to have a baby, and I want to be stronger.
I take a slow bite, forcing myself to chew and swallow before speaking again. "Josh has always been kind to me." I keep my tone light, casual, as if I don't notice the way Matthew's grip tightens around his fork. "And he doesn't seem to mind stepping up when someone else won't."
Matthew exhales sharply, his gaze darkening. "If you think I'm going to sit here and listen to you talk about another man, you're sorely mistaken."
I tilt my head, feigning innocence. "Why not? You were the one who suggested I ask someone else."
