"Why do I have to go to a fertility clinic?" I half yelled, as we were already back in the room after the really tensed, quiet dinner.
"To confirm your status." Was his blunt reply.
"I'm not barren, Damien."
"Then you should have no problems going for the test, except you have something to hide."
"Something to hide, like what?"
"I don't have the strength to battle out words with you. I have already done my tests and the results were mailed to my father. He booked yours already so get it done or explain to him."
"I-"
"I'm only but a messenger, Sophia. Now, I want to sleep. Turn off all the lights for me, thank you." He cut in, bluntly, taking off his shirt and covering himself with a blanket as he went to bed.
I wasn't really used to sleeping in complete darkness, but I guess being married comes with compromises that I had no other choice but to make.
