“You almost died,” he points out.
“But I didn’t,” I say. “I’m not being irresponsible. If I thought I was doing anything that would put strain on the baby, I would stop. You don’t have to worry.”
He looks at me sharply. “Is that the only reason you think I care?”
Before I can answer, Thomas walks into the living room. He’s followed by two members of the kitchen staff carrying silver trays.
The first one has a roast chicken that’s charred to perfection and dripping in a delicious-looking golden sauce. The second platter is filled with roasted vegetables.
“Are you two ready for dinner?” Thomas asks.
“Please tell me you’ll be joining us,” I say. “I would so love it.”
Thomas looks uncertain. “Oh, well… I’m not sure…”
“Please,” I say again, hands clasped in front of my face. “I begged M
