Their Meant-To-Be Baby. Caroline Anderson

and meeting her eyes in the mirror. ‘Nothing.’

      ‘I know you don’t mind breaking rules so long as you don’t get caught.’

      He held her eyes for a moment, then looked away. ‘Not that one. I never, ever break that one. I’m fanatical about contraception.’

      ‘Apparently not fanatical enough.’

      She sighed and reached out a hand to him, then dropped it in defeat. ‘Sam, we can’t fight. This isn’t going to go away just because we don’t like it.’

      He rammed a hand through his hair and turned to face her. ‘Are you absolutely sure it’s mine?’

      She felt her skin blanch. ‘Of course I’m sure—’

      ‘Really? Because you fell into bed with me readily enough and you were already apparently on the Pill.’

      ‘Which makes me just as much of a slut as you. If I remember rightly, you had condoms in your wallet just in case.’

      He winced, and she nodded. ‘There. Not nice, is it? But it’s the truth. Neither of us knew anything about the other, and everything we thought we knew was lies. But we’ve made a baby, Sam,’ she said, her voice starting to crack. ‘I’m eleven weeks pregnant and we have to make a decision—’

      His head jerked back as if she’d slapped him, and she saw him swallow. ‘You want to get rid of it?’