Diarmuid slowly turned around just then.
Abigail could not hide in time, and Diarmuid saw her trying to blink back her tears.
There was a twitch in his gaze, though soon he regained his calm. “Are you upset?”
Abigail wiped her own face firmly and said stubbornly, “I’m not.”
“Oh.”
Diarmuid turned and headed to the shower, leaving Abigail clenching her fists and absolutely frustrated by his coldness.
Throwing away all pretenses right then, she ran in front of him just to snap, “You don’t believe me, do you? Fine! I’ll cheat on you right now!”
As she tried to run away, Diarmuid grabbed her by the wrist and chuckled. “You’re going to cheat on me?”
Abigail struggled. “I’ll do it–you don’t believe me anyway! Then you would actually have a reason to get upset with me!”
Diarmuid pulled her a little firmly then, and she immediately fell over his chest. He then held her tightly with one hand while he lifted her chin with the other, and she could cry from the pain just then.
Struggling even harder just then, she complained, “Let me go…”
Diarmuid leaned in and planted his lips firmly on hers to stop her from speaking- reaching deep, biting hard and utterly possessive.
Abigail wobbled, unable to resist his assault, and all she could feel was pain.
Diarmuid scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bed, and as Abigail nestled against him, she asked softly, “Are you still upset?”
“That depends on your showing.”
With that, he put her on the bed, and her slender form seemed to sink into the bed.
Her hair was a mess and she looked utterly vulnerable, her pink lips now a fresh red because of Diarmuid, and the teeth marks on it distinct.
She wrapped her legs around Diarmuid’s waist, and his eyes were suddenly as dark as the void, with an inferno that could consume everything blazing in its depths.
And Abigail certainly was consumed by its flames, and was left unable to breathe or sense anything around her aside from his blazing body.
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They kept at it until midnight, until Abigail’s legs were trembling. Unable to get off the bed to take a shower, Diarmuid carried her to the bathroom, though he was basically relying on him to do everything while she lazily rested her eyes.
After a long while, she rasped, “I won’t do anything like cheat on you…”
“I know.”
Diarmuid kept her wrapped like a cocoon, with only her head poking out as he carried her. “I want a daughter.”
Abigail was almost dozing off, but her eyes widened right then.
What was that supposed to mean?
As she looked up, Diarmuid lowered his gaze to meet hers. “Why aren’t you getting pregnant after we’ve done it so many times?”
Abigail was speechless–getting pregnant was exactly what she had been worried about.
It was why she had been taking contraceptive pills, which she put on her dressing table disguised as vitamin supplements.
After all, if she were to get pregnant again, her career would be delayed again and she might not even accomplish her dream in this life.
“We already have Tommy…”
“I prefer a daughter. We’ll name her Mimi.”
Abigail’s heart sank–he must want a daughter so badly that he had already thought of a name. Everyone normally preferred having sons, but he somehow preferred having a daughter?
“Tommy doesn’t even have a proper name yet,” she complained.
“I’ve already named him. The hospital needed a form filled, so I’ve named him for now.”
Abigail frowned–what did he mean by for now? Did he not actually think about it?
Given how hastily it was done, she did not hold out much hope.
“What did you name him?”
“Ike.”
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Abigail was speechless–that was so plain!
“What are you thinking? He’s going to carry that name for the rest of his life!”
“Both our names start with ‘T.”
“You didn’t think at all, did you?”
Abigail was annoyed–even if the name was not actually bad, Diarmuid’s attitude soured it.
Could he be a little less casual about this?
“If we had two daughters, we could name them Mimi and Kiki, right?”
Afraid to answer, Abigail replied, “I’m sleeping.”
Diarmuid placed a hand on her belly just then, seemingly looking forward to getting her pregnant.
He loved Tommy because he was his first child–his flesh and blood.
Even so, he wanted a daughter as well, though there was also another more personal reason: if she got pregnant again, he had every reason to demand that she resign from work and stay home until she gave birth.
It would certainly be killing two birds with one stone.
On the other hand, Abigail was absolutely terrified–she did not want another child.
Although she woke up early next morning, Diarmuid kept his hands around her and stopped her from getting out of bed.
“It’s early. Stay in bed for a while.”
“I need to be at the hospital today.”
Diarmuid was speechless.
Was her job really that much more important?
“Tommy is sick,” he said quietly.
Abigail pursed her lips–she was aware that she should be staying home right now to take care of Tommy.
However, Stephen Carr would be examining Layla Gooding today, and there is a possibility that he would operate on her. Abigail herself might be allowed to watch, and it would allow her to find out her secret.
That was why she must go to the hospital today.
“I’ll try to come home earlier, okay?”
She was not great in trying to appeal, and actually came off stiff.
Diarmuid was speechless, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and cajoled, “Pretty please?”
Even though it was not her best skill, Diarmuid enjoyed her trying to cozy up to him.
Smiling faintly, he said, “Get home by five.”
“Home by five, got it.”
“Good.”
Diarmuid finally agreed to it, and Abigail gave him a peck on the lips. “I’ll have something to tell you by then.”
“Okay, and stay away from Harvey Gooding,” Diarmuid told her.
“Yes, definitely,” Abigail promised–it was not easy to calm Diarmuid down, and she was not about to upset him again.
After a brief silence, he asked, “Do you believe in me? If that’s so, why were you still upset with me?”
Diarmuid gave her a cool look–even if it was obvious the footage had been doctored, he was upset because Harvey and Abigail were clearly closer now.
Naturally, he did not want anyone near his woman.
“I’ll make him leave as soon as possible.”
Abigail understood that Diarmuid was being a little petty, but him being childish was really adorable. It was such a far cry from his usual lofty and aloof appearance, but every side of him was bewitching nonetheless.
Moreover, his childish reaction would send her heart pounding, allowing her to feel that he was flesh and blood–a person with his own feelings.
Abigail left the room after changing to check on Tommy. Mrs. Watson told her that his fever flared once in the night, but she had already fed him medicine and he stayed asleep until now.
Still, Abigail felt guilty as she watched Tommy–despite being his mother, she was never with him.
“I’m sorry, baby…”
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