Our Way

?re not ready for children, Eliza.”

“You know what?” I cry. “Just fucking go, Nathan. You want to, so don’t let me and a baby hold you back.”

I can’t take this. I need to get away from him. I grab my bag and storm toward the door but Nathan jumps up and grabs me from behind.

“Don’t go,” He says into my hair as he holds me tight.

“What do you want, Nathan?” I whisper. “Is it me or him?”

“It’s you. You know it’s you.”

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“I don’t know,” he whispers as he holds me tightly.

He holds the test up in front of us, and we both read it at the same time.

One line.

One line…

“It’s negative,” he whispers. “But still too early to tell.” He holds me tighter.

I struggle to break free from his grip. “Let me go, Nathan.” I cry.

“I can’t.”

“You’re no good to me if you’re confused,” I whisper angrily.

“Don’t, baby,” he murmurs into my hair.

“Let me fucking go.” I burst out of his arms.

“Don’t you dare walk out that fucking door.”

“Or what?” I cry.

“I mean it,” he warns. His chest rises and falls, as if he’s struggling for control.

We glare at each other. His face is full of fury, and my heart is splintered into a million pieces. “Why are you being like this?” I whisper.

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m just fucking stressed out, okay?”

“About what?”

“You have to ask?” he cries, as if outraged.

I stare at him, my mind a clusterfuck of confusion. What the hell is going on here?

What’s happening between us?

This is pointless. I’m not going to get anywhere with him tonight. I don’t want to fight anymore, and I don’t know what to say to make this better.

What is there to say?

“I’m going to bed.” I sigh. I walk up the hall and into the bedroom, and I shut the door behind me.

It’s 2:00 a.m, and I lie in the darkness and listen to Nathan’s regulated breathing.