"Jane, do you really think these stunts are necessary? Running away, throwing divorce papers around? Do you think you can actually live without me? I'm tired of your games. They're just a waste of my time."
He tried to pull me into the crowd, but I resisted.
Suddenly, I felt weak and collapsed.
I woke up in a hospital.
Aaron was there, looking worried.
"Honey, are you alright? Tell me where it hurts, I'll get a doctor."
His concern seemed genuine, but I was skeptical.
It wasn't until the doctor announced I was pregnant that I understood the charade.
Aaron had always said he didn't want kids.
Our pretend play in front of his parents was based on that lie.
Watching him dote on Lily and her child had always hurt.
I had even considered breaking our pact because I wanted a child with him.
I had been secretly preparing my body, waiting for him to change his mind.
When he found out I was taking prenatal vitamins, his cold response confirmed my fears.
"Jane, I won't have kids with you."
It was clear then—he didn't dislike kids, just the idea of having them with me.
What then was his sudden tenderness at the hospital?
He gently touched my stomach.
"Jane, we're having a baby. I'm about to be a dad."