"I should be happy for her," Gwen sighs, and then grits her teeth, her jaw flexing. "But it's Owen. Owen." Which is insult to injury, really.
Leaning back, she shakes her head in dismay at herself. "I don't want to push Peter away," she explains. "Rhys and I had been together years and had only casually discussed children. I've been with Peter four months." Logically, she knows this should make a difference. Should encourage her to divert her attentions elsewhere. But there's a very large part of her that's insisting it's long enough, because she knows. For the first time in her life, she knows that she doesn't want to be with anyone else. For the first time, she's looking at a man and not thinking that she wants a child, but that she wants his child, and it's been an overwhelming epiphany for her.
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Leaning back, she shakes her head in dismay at herself. "I don't want to push Peter away," she explains. "Rhys and I had been together years and had only casually discussed children. I've been with Peter four months." Logically, she knows this should make a difference. Should encourage her to divert her attentions elsewhere. But there's a very large part of her that's insisting it's long enough, because she knows. For the first time in her life, she knows that she doesn't want to be with anyone else. For the first time, she's looking at a man and not thinking that she wants a child, but that she wants his child, and it's been an overwhelming epiphany for her.