“Yeah, and it’s getting a bit old now.”
Being pregnant wasn’t a lot of fun.
“I must be more responsible. You heard Mom.”
“Enough,” Eloise said.
“Come back pregnant.”
“I’m not trying to be mean.”
“I know,” Eloise said.
“Are you afraid?”
“I hate crying,” she said again.
“I know, but it’s the hormones.”
Dorothy held her even tighter.
“Don’t think like that.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
They both laughed.
****
“I don’t love Eloise.”
“How is she?” he asked.
She folded her arms across her breasts.
Beau knew there was a jab in there. “Can I see her?”
Wendy sighed. “I’ll send her out.”
“I … I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“Do you want to climb in?” he asked.
“I wanted to see how you were.” It was fucking lame.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“What can I do?”
“Eloise.”
“Why?”
“You’re carrying my child, Eloise.”
“I can admit to being wrong,” he said.