He kept watching me. Every few minutes his eyes drifted toward my stomach and eventually I snapped.
"Stop staring." I snapped and his expression changed.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"You've been staring for an hour." I said.
"I know." He said.
"Knox." I said and he looked down.
I knew immediately that something was wrong. Not irritation. Not frustration. Fear. Still fear and I reached for his hand.
"Talk to me." I said.
"I'm fine." He said.
"No." I said and he sighed.
"You almost lost the baby." He said.
The words were quiet. Painful.
"I know." I said.
"I wasn't here." He said.
"You were dealing with Vane." I said.
"I shouldn't have gone." He said.
"Knox." I said.
"I shouldn't have left." He said.
"You had to." I said.
"No." He said as his voice became rough.
"I chose to go."
