Quickly washing his hands, he kicked his way through the garbage again. Growling in anger, he righted the trash can and began throwing the refuse away. He hated messes.
“Macey, get in here and clean this up! I wasn’t put on this earth to clean up after a woman!”
A small, plastic piece caught his eye. It almost looked like a toothbrush, but with no bristles. Turning it over, he read the digital display: pregnant. Julius’s hangover was instantly forgotten as the single word sank in.
Pregnant.
“Macey!”
Julius rushed into the bedroom to find it empty. The bed was unused and no sign of the redhead who shared it with him for the last two years. Suddenly panicked, he darted out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen.
“Macey!”
She always woke early to start the coffeemaker, k
