"I was thinking about it for some time now. I just couldn't talk to you about it because I was worried that you're not ready yet or you don't like it. I was jealous of Alora and Peggy. They have their own children." I said.
He didn't say a word. I saw from his eyes that he was surprised. My heart started to hurt again. Was that a confirmation that he really didn't like to have a child?
"Say something please." I whispered.
He took a deep breath and stood up, walking on the small table to get a glass of wine.
"Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?" He asked.
I frowned. Then I suddenly felt a sudden rage in my heart. I took a pillow and threw it to him. He was able to dodge it. Then I picked another one and threw it again. He was just dodging it. I threw everything I picked while crying.
"Emily, stop!" He almost yelled.
"Are you yelling at me?" I yelled back.
