All at once, disgruntlement inundated Shane.
So what if I’m in my thirties? I’m not old! Why is she making it sound as though I’m an old and grizzled man?
“I’m not an old man! You’ll be getting it when you’ve delivered the little one in your stomach,” Shane threatened as he narrowed his eyes at the woman on the screen.
Usually, Natalie would certainly laugh at such a remark before flushing bright red.
Right then, however, she couldn’t force any laughter or even a blush. She lowered her eyes, the despondency hovering over her plainly visible.
Noticing that something was amiss, Shane’s brows knitted together. “What’s wrong?”
“Shane, I…” Natalie looked him in the eye. She wanted to tell him about the baby, but she simply couldn’t utter the words that were right on the tip of her tongue.
As his expression turned tender, Shane prompted in encouragement, “It’s fine. Just tell me whatever it is you want to say, for I’ll always back you up.”
Upon hearing that, a wealth of warmth infused Natalie. Yet, it was also tinged with sorrow.
Sniffling, she lifted her head slightly and forced her tears back. In a choked voice, she blurted, “I’m sorry, Shane, but our baby might not make it.”
“What?” Shane’s expression turned grim. “What do you mean? And what happened to you? Are you in danger again, so the baby…”
“No, that’s not it. The truth is…” Digging her nails into her palms, Natalie told him about having gone to the various hospitals for a checkup that morning.
After hearing everything, Shane was entirely stupefied.
Our child is actually deformed?
When he said nothing, merely keeping silent with a stormy expression on his face, the anxiety and unease within Natalie gradually snowballed.
“I’m sorry, Shane. This is all on me…”
“No, it’s not on you. I’m the one at fault.” Shane cut her apology off. “I was taking medicine previously, so that might be the cause of the problem.”
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