Ripping the band-aid off

Danielle

As I crack up his face morphs into a full frown and I stop wiping a tear. “Weren’t you joking? You have to be joking!”

“Why should I be joking about something like that, Danielle? Just what kind of asshole do you think I actually am?!” He growls as I push out a deep breath to calm myself.

“You can’t be serious. You would buy me a house?”

His frown deepens and finally convinces me he is dead serious. “I didn’t say I’d buy you a house. I’d buy us a house. Don’t you want the child’s father to be around?”

I’m honestly taken aback by his words and at how much thought he seems to have already put into this.

“You don’t have to play family to be there for a child,” I say, forcing up a smile and seeing how his expression falls, his face distorting in rage.

Oh, no.

I guess that was the wrong thing to say.

“Play family?” He doesn’t even try to cover up the anger in his voice, making me regret my words instantly.

But before I can utter my apology, he is already engrossed back in