Chapter Eight-2

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“All right, well, then what are you thinking?” Patrick asked softly. “I’m thinking I’m going to have a baby.” “You can’t be serious,” he said, his tone low. “You know we’ll both lose our jobs over this. Don’t you?” She sat up quickly. “I’m dead serious. I never wanted kids, but now, I don’t know. It’s as though I’ve been given this opportunity, an opportunity I didn’t even know I wanted, and, well, I sort of feel like it’s my last shot at it. I’m not exactly young anymore,” she told him with a sigh. “And neither are you, for that matter.” Patrick sat up and adjusted the covers. “It’s not an opportunity. It’s a child. And I don’t want any more children, Michele. Don’t I get a say in any of this?” She stood up quickly and sank back down. “Whoa. I’m dizzy. You . . . You don’t have to tak

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