Carter's pov
I stared at my wife who I was trying not to squeeze the baby out of her, she sat there putting expecting me to act cool while she runs around like the crazy version of cat woman.
I think she forgets that she is pregnant sometimes, because that would explain why she took a sip of the wine she was offered. I shook my head at her innocent expression, there is no way she is getting out of this.
I ignored her as I read the book in my hands, I couldn't understand shit anymore but I would rather much prefer staring at the page than talking about this again, if I knew she would act this way then I shouldn't have gone with the child trap.
It's obvious that she doesn't want a baby and I am only forcing it on her, she can take it out and we will be good again.
"Babe, please talk to me." She whined, pulling on my shirt.
I turned to her, "you can have an abortion you know, we can put off kids till you are ready to have one." I said coldly,
