–Laura–
This was supposed to be a prank on Damien. Just a little tease. But now, he's saying sorry over and over—and what hurts more is the sinking thought that maybe… he really didn't want this.
I watched him turn his back on me, silent for a few seconds.
"Laura," he finally said, voice low, "remember when I told you I didn't want kids?"
Oh, I remember. He didn't want to bring children into this crazy, messed-up world. Not with his wreck of a family.
"I'm a bastard," he murmured. "I don't want him or her to get bullied like I did. It's not that I don't want it. I do… I really do. And I imagined it—with you." He turned to face me.
"So… are you turning your back on me now?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"No." He shook his head, wiping his face. "I'm sorry." He stepped forward, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my cheek. "You misunderstood," he whispered. "I'm just—just telling you how I feel."
I pressed my lips into a tight line and gave his chest a weak punch.
