When we could have dealt with this appropriately?” Xavier’s angry questions hit Megan like a sharp kick. His meaning couldn’t be clearer. He would have asked her to terminate the pregnancy. “Appropriately meaning you would have pressured me to get rid of it.” “I did not say that.” “But that’s what you meant. You don’t want me having your child.” The realization shattered what was left of her dream that he might suddenly declare his love, marry her and raise a family with her. Not just because of the baby, but because he loved her and couldn’t live without her. “The bébé is a complication.” His words landed another blow. Hugging her middle did nothing to soothe the bone-deep pain radiating through her. “Answer my question, Megan. How could you not have suspected something was amiss sooner?” “I’ve never been regular. And when I’m under a lot of pressure, I sometimes skip—” She bit her tongue, damming the words. It didn’t feel right to discuss such personal issues with him.
