Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 18

I couldn't believe how fast everything was moving.

"What are you thinking about? Eat your food." Bryant ruffled my hair, pulling me back to the moment. It was like there had never been any distance between us.

He had spent the whole day with me, a rarity. I went for a walk in the garden, and he followed. I fed the ducks at the pond, and he was right there with me. I worked on my design sketches, and he sat beside me, dealing with emails and calls.

He didn't say it, but I could tell he was trying to apologize to me.

After showering that evening, my phone alarm went off as I popped a prenatal vitamin into my mouth.

Bryant came in with a glass of warm milk. "Why are you taking medicine?"

"Just a supplement." I looked into his deep, thoughtful eyes and said, "Can you take some time off next Saturday? I need to go to the hospital for a check-up, and then, I want to take you somewhere."

It was time for my prenatal check-up.

He had agreed to cut ties with Margaret, choosing us, but I still wasn't so reassured. I didn't want to tell Bryant about the pregnancy just yet, fearing any complications.

If everything went well, he would find out at the hospital. He would be there to see the ultrasound himself, to see that he was going to be a father.

We would have our child.

With that thought, I couldn't help but start looking forward to it.

"Sure, is your stomach still bothering you? We don't have to wait until Saturday. We can go to the hospital tomorrow."

"It's nothing serious," I said.

Since starting the vitamins, my stomach pains had subsided, and there was no more spotting. I just needed to follow the doctor's orders for the check-up.

Hearing that, Bryant didn't press further. He placed the milk on the nightstand and pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry for making you feel left out these past few days. Are we cool now?"

It was like being soothed by a gentle stroke. I couldn't resist his comfort, and my irritation melted away. "I'm not mad, but Bryant, there can't be a next time."

Another mistake, and we would be done.