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I caused him. “I was pissed, Emma. I was really fucking pissed. As I was getting ready to leave, she said something like, ‘If you can’t get hold of your wife tonight, you have my number. Call me if you want some company.’ And I lost it.”

“She made a pass at you?” I’m disgusted by the revelation. I feel a wave of nausea and I have to lean back in my seat and concentrate on my breathing to contain it. I can’t help but wonder if the nausea is from all this bullshit or the little miracle growing inside me. The thought relaxes me somewhat, and I unconsciously move my hand to my belly.

“Yes, and I fired her instantly. The company replaced her with Margaret Keller. I’ve worked with her before, when Elizabeth was away.”

“So she wrote that story about you hitting me?” I’m confused and upset. I had no idea that any of this had happened.

“She didn’t write it. The magazine editor called to get a comment, and she fabricated the story. I’m going to make sure she’s never hired again.”

“I’m glad you didn’t take her up on her offer.” I smile a bit and try to make light of the situation, but my smile doesn’t reach my eyes.

“I'll take you throwing objects at my head over another woman, any day.” I can’t help but smile, and he grins in response.

“So what do you need?” Oh crap, I can’t tell him now. I bite my lip. I don’t want to tell him when he's in such a horrible mood. My brightened spirits are completely gone.

“Is everything alright?” He looks so concerned that it makes me laugh. I wonder if he's going to make that face every time the baby cries. Baby. My heart swoons.

“What’s so funny?” He's amused by my sudden