The suffocating pain in her chest, the unease cloaked her constantly.
Valentine Teller wiped away her tears and read some light-hearted and funny posts. It was only then, after Mark Reed's repeated calls, that she entered the master bedroom, forcing a smile on her face.
He was half-lying on the bed, reading a finance magazine. When he saw her approach, he put the magazine down, reached out, and gently called, "Come here."
Valentine half-reluctantly lay in his arms, enjoying his warm and eager kisses.
He was full of interest, eager for her, and Valentine, unable to refuse, took out a condom from the bedside table drawer.
"I won't!"
He pushed it away and buried his head in her neck.
Valentine tore open the package, handed it to him, her voice gentle.
"Put it on! I don't want a child right now; let's wait a few months, okay?"
"Why?"
Mark furrowed his brow, looking at her in confusion.
Yesterday they were all set to have a child, so why the change of heart today?
