"Why's your hair all wet?" Alex fussed as he pushed me back towards the jeep. I pulled a hair tie out of my pocket to disguise pulling it from my space and tied my hair in a tight bun.
"I had a wash in the stream nearby," I replied, gripping his hand tight and pulling him towards the truck instead of the jeep.
"Next time take me, what if there'd been zombies or some creep?" Alex nagged, wrapping his arms around me, resting his hands on my lower stomach, "remember you're not just keeping yourself safe anymore."
My heartstrings tugged at his words. I needed to tell him now I knew that this child really wasn't his. But I was scared that the second I did he would go back on his words and abandon us. Realising the selfishness of my fears I swallowed them down and opened my mouth.
"It's not yours."
"He's mine," he kissed my neck softly, "unless you don't want me to be his father?"
