Chapter Seven

Kendrick chuckled and continued. "Our baby is going to look just like you." His finger traced over the tiny outline and his expression softened. "Your eyes, my nose. Our skin color—"

"No!" Hailey cut him off. Her chest heaving up and down. She didn't want her baby to inherit any of his traits. It would only remind her of him. "That won't happen."

"Oh, it will," Kendrick smirked again. "My little one is going to have a lot of our characteristics. And we're going to raise him well, together."

Hailey felt like her heart was about to rip through her ribcage. She was so afraid Kendrick was right. How she wished this to be a nightmare.

"Please, K–Kendrick," she stuttered and sniffled. "We don't belong together."

"Ah, but we do."

"No, we don't!" Hailey exclaimed desperately. "I don't care whether or not this child belongs to you! I was forced into marrying you!"

"But I do," He whispered, and cupped her cheeks in his palm. "And I don't give a damn about anything else other than this child.