Page 65 of My Fiancé's Brother

“Can we have a baby?”

He blinked slowly. “What?”

I licked my lips. “I want a baby within the first year. I want a family.”

“How about you get pregnant within the first two years.”

I crossed my arms. “The first year.”

His eyes narrowed. “And we never speak of this again?”

Would it be this easy? Could I just pretend that Matt hadn’t cheated on me and we would get the wedding back on track? I stared at him. By this time, next year, I could have a baby. Then my family would be complete.

“We’ll never speak of this again.”

We both just sat there. Long moments ticked by.

Finally, he spoke, switching gears. “Is Jackson leaving?”

“Is that what you want?” I looked up.

“No,” he couldn’t meet my gaze. “It may not seem like it, but I don’t want him to leave.”

“He was going to, but your mom showed up.”

Shock crossed his face. “Where are they?”

“Your mom is at her hotel, and I have no clue where Jackson is. But they’re both coming back here for dinner.”

Matt shut his eyes and his face crumpled. “Fuck.”

“What happened between the two of you?”

He shrugged and refused to meet my eyes.

“Why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“It’s water under the bridge.”

“To move forward, you both need to address this.”

He rubbed his face. “I can’t talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t.”

I stared at him for a long time. Why could he not discuss it with me? What had happened between them? Had they committed some crime together and were bound together by some blood pact? I knew that Matt would not budge on the issue.

He stood up, looking stiff and a bit wrecked. “Are we good?”

I nodded.

“Okay, I'm going upstairs to shower.”

I watched as he slowly started to walk upstairs.

“Why do you want to be married to me, Matt?”

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