"I had a lot on my plate before you waltzed in and if you don't mind, I would like to go back to what I was doing."
"Don't leave me hanging, Orla. It hurts." He held her down with his gaze. "We've been on this for too long. I know that I messed up but I wasn't thinking right and I am sorry for hurting you."
He had said sorry a thousand times, he had given her reasons to let go, but she remained inflexible.
"I have a deadline to meet."
"Do you hate me now?" Callan asked unexpectedly.
The pencil dropped on the table, she wasn't expecting that question. Did she hate him? That she couldn't give a response to, but…
"You do, don't you?"
"What will you have me do? You hurt me so much, what should I do? Let it go? Smile over it and forgive you just like that? You broke the trust I have in you, Callan. You destroyed everything we built!"
"I did and you truly hate me now." His eyes dampened, but he quickly turned away from her.
He didn't want her to see that side of him, he had never gotten vulnerable in front of anyone before. He was just so scared that he would lose the only woman he had ever truly loved, the only woman he loved and wanted.
Orla caught a glimpse of his almost teary eyes as he looked away from her. She felt the sharp pain that dominated his hot gaze whenever he stared at her, she had never seen her husband so dejected.
"Orla, you hate me so much you didn't deem it necessary to tell me you have a life growing inside of you." His voice was low. “Our baby. You couldn’t tell me you’re carrying our baby.”
He dropped the words and Orla flinched in her seat. "W-h-what do you mean?"
"The Doctor called me yesterday to tell me that you are pregnant."
Orla shut her eyes, "Fuck," she whispered. She made a huge mistake by visiting the family hospital. She should have gone far away from home.
Now there was no excuse to give Callan.
"He said he scheduled antenatal classes for you but you haven't been visiting so he called to confirm if you were alright." Sadly, he stared back into her eyes and continued. "Why didn't you tell me? Is that how much you hate me now?"
As much as Orla tried to justify the guilt that slammed her insides, she knew she was wrong. But she didn't want to succumb, she was ready to defend her reasons.
"You travelled and we've not been on talking terms."
She looked away from Callan, wondering if her response sounded reasonable to him.
"It's been two weeks since you got the news, Orla. Were you ever going to tell me?"
"Oh, don't label me the bad person here. And so what? What if I decided not to tell you? What if I wanted to keep this to myself until I find a solution to it? What if I didn't want a baby now?" She yelled at the top of her voice, her eyes on everywhere in the living room aside from Callan.
"And what if I want a baby now?" He said in a low voice.
"Then you should get one from one of your mistresses!" She knew very well that her response was petty, but she cared less.
"Orla," he rose to his feet when she slipped out of the couch, mumbling inaudible cuss words as she roamed the living room.
He followed her wherever she went, patiently listening to her rants.
When she had calmed down, he pushed her closer to himself and let his fresh minty breath fan her skin, eliciting sharp goosebumps all over her skin.
"W-h-a-t?" She breathed softly, avoiding his gaze.
"I do not need a baby from them. You are the only woman I want a child from."
"Let me go." Staring back at him, she adjusted her blouse and glared at him. "Well, you just lost me because I will be starting the divorce process next week. I haven't decided what I want to do with the baby, whatever that is that I decide will not involve you, Callan."
"The baby is mine and I want to take responsibility," his hands wearily went down his sides. He needed her now, more than he had ever needed her. He needed to be in her life, in the baby's life. Now was bad timing for her to push him away. "We can't keep doing this, Orla. Please, let's get
this done for real. I'm going crazy without you in my life."
She needed him just as much as he did her.
"Orla," he took her hands in his, tightly clasping them so she wouldn't run away from him. "I am a mess without you. Let's talk this through, we can't keep going on like this. How the fuck is my wife pregnant and I'm finding out from a Doctor. Haven't you tortured me enough, Orla? Haven't you?"
His smooth whispers grazed through her skin, prompting her to embrace him tighter and forgive him right there, but she was adamant about her feelings. As much as she wanted him, she held back.
Slowly, he looked down at her, his soft gaze recklessly blazing her.
He lowered his hands and cupped her tiny face with them, holding her like she was an egg.
She didn't struggle as he held her. She had missed every part of his tender touch, she wanted him so badly.
"I am sorry," a kiss gingerly landed on her forehead, sweeping her off her feet. "For hurting you, for making you shed a tear, for treating you badly, I am sorry." This time, he ducked a little to her level, his lips approaching hers when she suddenly pulled away from his grasp.
"I can't," she shook her head as if she was unsure of the whole thing. "I can't do this, Callan. It just still hurts so bad."
She hurriedly packed up her sheets and ran into the hallway.
Callan dropped on the couch, tired and angry. He didn't know what to do anymore, he didn't know where to start.
He wished he could do things right again.
He could, he wanted to but Orla was not letting him have it. She didn't want to give him a chance to prove that he was a changed man.
He just wanted his wife back but that seemed so impossible now.
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Callan has tried everything possible, what do you suggest that he should do?
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