Chapter 300: Carla

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

~Inigo in The Princess Bride

Carla was shaking and the occasional tear still trickled down her cheek. This was stupid. This was infuriating.

She wasn't normally one to weep like a heroine in a bad novel. Sure, she cried at sad movies – and happy ones, for that matter – and she hated conflict with all her might, so today was officially the first time she'd ever witnessed a fist fight, but still...

It had to be the hormones. She'd heard that when a woman was pregnant, she was more emotional, but it was one thing to hear that and quite another thing to be living through it.

Christian drove them to his single-wide, leading her through to the bedroom, undressing her with delicate movements, so obviously worried that she was going to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. She wanted to tell him that she was fine – she might've even murmured that at one point – but she surely didn't feel fine.