Dermot's pov
It took sleeping for me to realize that I was pressuring my husband to have sex with me. That's messed up.
I said some things I regret last night, I made it look like being pregnant was his fault and he shouldn't have knocked me up.
It took two to tango and I was there during the baby-making process, I was just sexually frustrated and I took it out on him.
True to his word, he left early in the morning for his meeting and I was left still wondering if I should apologize for hurting his feelings
The poor guy has enough on his plate with taking care of me, the baby, and the company. I needed to give him a break. If I do say so myself, I was being a little much right now.
I had wanted to apologize but I found myself alone on our bed when I woke up, my heart felt empty at the action. I thought after last night, we had rekindled the romantic part of our relationship but not because he left without saying anything to me.
