~Lily~
He took a slow step toward me. “You don’t want it,” he repeated quietly, as if he needed to hear it again to make sure he had not misheard me.
“I don’t,”
“I can’t. Not now. Not like this. We are not ready for this. This is not the life I imagined.”
“Not like what, Lily?”. “Not with me? Or not at all?”
“Do not do that,” I snapped, heat rising up my neck. “Do not twist this into something it is not. You do not get to guilt me right now.”
His jaw clenched. “You are the one who told me you wanted everything with me. You said it, remember? You wanted us.”
“Yes, but I did not mean this.” I pointed at my stomach like it was the enemy. “A pregnancy? A child? Connor, I can barely keep my own head straight. I am not ready to be a mother.”
“Stop,” he said sharply, the sound of it makin
