"..."
"How can you possibly give birth to this child in the state you're in?"
Norris Moore opened her eyes, a sarcastic curve forming on her lips, her voice flippant and mocking, "What's it to you? It's not like you need to give birth. Why are you meddling in my business?"
"Don't you think it breaks my heart to see you like this?"
Norris rolled her eyes at him, "Why do you care about me? Go care about your Miss White."
"She's not the one carrying my child, so why should I care about her?"
"Well, you could always get her pregnant," she said coldly, playfully, nonchalantly, "I'm sure she'd be more than willing to have a child for you."
"..." Trenton Smith was infuriated to the point of having a headache.
Dealing with a bad-tempered pregnant woman indeed made no sense.
