When I didn’t respond, he paused, then added, “Stuff’s old? Thinking of replacing it?”
I answered quietly, “Mm.”
He looked at me for a couple of seconds, as if confirming I wasn’t about to start a fight, then didn’t ask anything else.
He was never good at dealing with my emotions.
And he’d never felt the need to try very hard.
It never once crossed his mind that I might be packing because I was leaving.
I bet in his heart, he was completely certain of one thing: I would never leave him.
After showering, Tucker got into bed like he always did and pulled me into his arms from behind.
His chin rested lightly on my shoulder. His breath was close, his voice low and rough with desire.
“Dad called me today. He said it’s time we have a kid.”
Verity’s POV
At that moment, it felt like something caved in inside my chest.
From the time we got home until now, Tucker never once mentioned the bank card.
Instead, he talked about my dad pushing us to have a baby.
But he obviously doesn’t love me!
So to him, was a child never about love—just something to appease my dad?
I felt short of breath and pushed Tucker away without thinking.
He paused, clearly startled, then his brows knitted together.
“What’s wrong?”