up the pregnancy in a way that would be fruitful instead of “what the hell are we doing?” and “how did this happen?” Because her brain had done enough of that, and she was ready for the part where they moved forward.
“It’s a lot to take in. If you need more time—”
“What are your plans?” he asked, and she might have gotten offended by the demand in his voice if he hadn’t winced after he said it.
“My plans?” she repeated, because even with the wince she wasn’t quite sure what he was after.
“I mean, insofar as you’ve had more time to think about this than I have, what is your current plan of action?”
Plan of action. She wanted to be calm. She wished she were the type of woman who could hide the look of disgust that passed over her face, but it was a part of the reason she’d never fit in her parents’ world. She didn’t have a poker face. She didn’t have a coat of armor to put on over herself when the vultures were circling. Everything she was or thought was there, and she didn’t know how to hide it.
“So you haven’t thought that far ahead,” he said gently.
A gentleness that made her stomach turn. It reminded her of the teacher in school who assumed she was dumb. You just don’t understand. That’s all right.
No, she understood. She understood this better than him. She had a plan of action, but it was her own and her own way, and hell if she’d let a stranger wreak havoc on the sliver of confidence she’d built for herself.
“The plan of action, Charlie, is to spend the next eight months growing a life inside me. And then push it out my vag—”
He held up a hand, the expression that passed over his face so very much like her father she really thought she might puke.
“That’s not quite what I meant,” he continued in that frustratingly even tone. “I meant—”
“I know what you meant, and what I mean is that this is the plan. To have this baby. That is my action plan. That is the only plan of action. This isn’t some kind of business merger we’re going to bang out the details to in a few calm and prepared meetings.”
Charlie didn’t say anything to that. He sat opposite her in the booth, his expression blank and a little hard.
She didn’t know him. She didn’t know him at all. She’d created a child with him, but she didn’t know him, and that hurt.
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