Edward
"Why couldn't he be you?" Malia tried to wipe her tears but they kept on falling. "You could have been so much better."
I let out a sigh as I hugged her whilst we sat on the couch. "I'm very into men. You've seen Connor's arse and I couldn't live without chest hair brushing against my chest. The carpet burn adds to the intensity."
She let out a sigh, "then it's my unlucky day." She sniffed and tried to smile but her lips started wobbling again.
"Oh Mal," I frowned, "what happened? Did you get upset because I took Eli? I thought it would help you both just get some time to yourself you know but I should have asked you first."
"It's not that at all," she shook her head. "Trust me I was grateful. It's just-" she looked down to her hands with her eyebrows knitted together. Clear frustration written all over her face. "Sometimes I feel like Demyan is just with me because of the baby. I know he is. If I wasn't pregnant he would have been long gone but I don't know.
