Ryan handed me the baby for a quick feeding, then took him back the second he was full.
« Get dressed. Five minutes, » he said. « I’ll wake Lily to babysit. »
And that was when it hit me that he fully expected me to go running, and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
« Get dressed. Five minutes, »
When I entered the hall, he was waiting at the front door with the car keys.
« Go. » He pointed at the door.
« Aren’t you running, too? »
« I’m not the one who needs to lose weight. I’ll be following you in the car. »
I stepped out onto the porch.
I thought that once Ryan saw me struggling, he’d come to his senses.
I was wrong.
« I’ll be following you in the car. »
Every instinct screamed that I should be back inside, curled around my newborn.
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