She knew Daves won’t want to give up on the baby. He may want to talk himself into the moon on this. She stared at him, this time, in defeat as she dared, “can you just leave Daves's perhaps we should talk about this later,” she stood up and walked towards the door. She opened it wide and waited for Daves to walk out. Daves stood up weakly from the chair he sat in. He stared at her thoughtfully and then walked out.
He knew some women could be this harsh when they are pregnant. He looked back and stretched forth his right hand; which he had placed on his lips.
Stephnie knew he meant to say, I love you.
She banged the door hard and lean against it for minutes afterward walked back to her chair and sat down quietly.
A few seconds later, she stood up and walked towards the mirror hung on the wall to make sure she wasn’t looking unkempt. Satisfied she wasn’t, she walked back to her chair and took her sitting position once more.
Now, she could feel stressful pains all over her.
