"So, how is the baby coming along?" Gabriel asks casually as we stroll down the street.
I almost jump.
I turn to look at him, my brow creased.
"What?"
"Cami, I know you're pregnant. Cut the crap."
"What?"
He smiles down at me.
"You suddenly hate my cologne, the whole change in attitude and the glowing skin, and now you can't have a glass of wine? From what I remember, those signs are pretty much tell tale. That's why I didn't wear my cologne. I guessed you'd notice."
"I don't know what to say."
He takes in my face with his calm eyes before he slightly shakes his head.
"You don't have to say anything. I'm just wondering whether you decided to stick with Brent after he hit you just because of the pregnancy."
"Not quite."
"Does he even know that you're pregnant? I don't think
