Dread filled his gut. He wasn’t ready to sign on for a lifetime of...no passion. Wasn’t ready to leave behind all of the possibilities he’d been exposed to over the past weeks.
For the first time in his life he’d started to dream—while he was awake.
“I’m not pregnant, Mark.”
He was dreaming. Awake. “What?”
“I want to marry you. There’s no one here who’s ever going to be as good as you, but I’m not pregnant. I made my decision to be honest with you and so that’s what I’m doing.”
She wanted to marry him.
She was trusting him enough to be honest with him.
She wasn’t pregnant.
He could only deal with one thing at a time.
“You lied to me?”
“No! At least not about the being pregnant part.”
“You lost the baby?” She wouldn’t have ended the pregnancy of her own accord. Another given.