Attempting to rise from the bed, she was halted by Theodore.
Startled, she spun around, gripping his wrist.
A contrived smile pulled at her lips as she asked, âWhat are you doing? Arenât you happy?â
Theodore continued his silent vigil, prompting panic to flare within her.
Tear-filled eyes met his as she clung to his hands, her voice quivering.
âYouâre going to be a father.
Arenât you excited?â
Looking at the person in front of him, Theodoreâs face was a whirlwind of emotions that were quickly suppressed.
Seeing his calm, indifferent expression, despair took a stronger hold on Ariana.
âHow did you find out? Did you look into Mitchelâs medical records?â she asked, her voice wavering.
Her desperate words seemed to steel his resolve.
He hardened his expression, his lips pressing into a tight line.
Despite his efforts, he found himself saying, âAria, we canât keep our babies.
â
âwhy?â The single word escaped Ariana in a whisper, her voice trembling.
A lone tear slid down her flushed cheek.
She clung to his hand, pleading, âWhy abort them? They are your children too!â
His hand gently brushed away the tear on her face.
In a husky voice, all he could muster was, âWe canât keep them.
â
âBut give me a reason!â Her demand echoed in the room.
She wrenched her hand away from him, her nails scratching harsh red marks on his arm.
Caught off guard, Theodore swiftly grasped her hand, his mouth opening, yet no sound emerged.
She stared at him, her eyes pleading.
âPlease, donât abort our babies.
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We can handle whatever comes our way.
Please, donât abort them.
â
Theodore clung to her hand, wrestling with his thoughts.
Arianaâs pleas seemed to bring Marleyâs shrill voice to his ears.
She declared that the children would become a madman like him, that they would hate him for their existence.
Theodore felt a surge of despair.
Struggling to ignore the voice in his head, he gathered his composure.
Gazing at Ariana, his voice steady, he declared, âWe canât keep the children.
Theyâre not developing well.
This could cause severe harm to your health.
If you want a child, we can adopt one.
â
His expression solidified his decision.
Ariana studied him, her gaze distant.
Her eyes welled with tears as she pushed his hand away.
âHuh? You want to abort our children?!â she spat out, disbelief lacing her voice.
Before he could respond, she interjected, âI am the one whoâs pregnant.
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This is my body.
I decide whether or not to have an abortion.
If youâre adamant about it, we can get a divorce.
I can raise the babies myself.
Itâs none of your concern.
â
Theodoreâs heart pounded in his chest.
He spoke solemnly, a shadow crossing his face.
âI wonât divorce you.
Iâve already told you that we wonât separate.
â
His words spurred Ariana into a desperate plea.
âThen letâs keep the children.
I donât want to abort them.
If youâre willing to adopt, why canât you raise your own children?â
He fell into silence once more.
Arianaâs patience wore thin, her voice rising, âAnswer me, Theodore.
Why canât you just tell me what youâre struggling with?â
Theodore opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by his phone ringing.
He cancelled the call without checking the caller ID, only for it to ring again immediately.
Frowning, he answered impatiently.
The conversation had his expression darkening further.