test read positive so he wants me to go in for blood work, to be certain. He also referred me for a neurological consultation to rule out secondary causes of the headaches.”
Dylan had been prepared to hear the worse but part of what she reported was his wish, a baby, their baby. He cupped her face in his hands, stroking the slant of her cheekbones with his thumbs. “That's great precious, I want a big family. I thought you were going to tell me something horrible with the way the kids said you were weeping and carrying on. Does the doctor think the headaches are serious?”
Carolina drew away from him averting her eyes, not wanting to see the genuine happiness on his face, afraid of loosing her resolve. “No he didn't. He told me some women experience headaches during pregnancy. He's just being thorough.”
Dylan thought he'd never seen such a lack-luster expression on her face, heard such an emotionless quality to her voice. “Why aren't you happy?”
She felt confused and torn. “I'm not supposed to be pregnant by you. I’m cursed with a malady akin to an ovulation disorder.”
Lightly touching her face, he willed her to look at him again and when she did he revealed with the joy of a preferent soul, “But that makes your being with child even more special. We're being blessed. From the moment I saw you I knew you'd be my happiness and I know you love me although you can't or won't say the words.”
Clasping the wrist of the hand he was using to caress her throat Carolina dejectedly pushed him away. “I'm leaving-” She stopped when she saw his eyes welling up. This was the man who'd stayed strong the whole time she'd told him about his son's abuse. For her to reject him and the possibility of their child, because she couldn't face his not accepting her as Justin's mother and because she was terrified of loosing him to Liz or another woman was crazy, cowardly, and