[Angela]
I watched as Patrick took a small step back away from me. Horror was written clearly on his face as he registered what "he had done". My heart sank. I had been anxious and afraid, excited even, at the idea of having our own child. But if Patrick wasn't ready to take on the responsibility, or if he didn't even want one…
How could I possibly manage alone?
Afraid he did not hear me clearly, I repeated my statement. His eyes cleared as they focused on me. I stared back earnestly. What would he do? His face was a mask of fear, and maybe a little of anxiety.
"Angela… I…" He finally spluttered, eyes darting around the room. I knew what he was going to say. He was going to apologise, and tell me that he couldn't do it, he wasn't ready… He would tell me to get an abortion, or he could simply just walk out the door.
Something in his eyes change as a thought crossed his mind. His blue eyes hardened with the determination I saw when he proposed. They filled with the warm love and protection I saw when we married. And now his lips were on mine, with the same gentleness when we first kissed.
"Angela. I'm so, so sorry. I should've thought about you. You weren't ready. You were too young… I'm sorry honey."
This was not what I expected. I pushed his face a few inches away and looked him in the eye. "No, Patrick. Are you ready? I am." His eyes widened in surprise but he nodded. Excitement lit his face and I smiled in return.
The first spark of hope appeared in my chest, widening slowly.
Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work.