"So talk," Maren urged him the moment Astrid shut the door.
"I am surprised by your sudden change of behavior why? So I wouldn't be able to blame you for what you had done?" Miles asked, earning a scoff.
She helped herself sit, and when Miles moved closer to her she slapped his hands off helping herself sit,
She was still on a drip so she couldn't move much, but she still didn't allow him to offer her help.
Miles felt a bit hurt at the way she had been rejecting him constantly, "It's my body, you got any problem with that?" her voice stern as her gaze bore into that of his.
"Maren?"
"Oh please, stop crying over spilled milk," she interrupted him rudely.
Miles was furious at this, she wasn't even feeling bad for what she had done.
"Was it my baby?" he asked to be sure before he went further.
"Yeah, it was?" he replied sassily.
