"I already told you. I will not harm the child to be and neither shall you," he snarled at her. Why was she making this so damn hard for him? He told her how he felt and he felt like they were just going in circles. Was it the hormones or was she stressed? What was causing this now? He was laying here partly for her, yes, but also to show he cared. He felt like he was being judged on everything he did now.He sighed trying to calm down. He didn't want to make this worst by allowing his temper to take over which was not an easy task to say the least.
Razor looked at her and his eyes were soft at least. "We are keeping the child. That is final. Stop asking, stop questioning it. The child stays here... It will know love." With that he looked away again and back up at the ceiling. "Lia...despite what you think. I do care."
Razor looked at her and his eyes were soft at least. "We are keeping the child. That is final. Stop asking, stop questioning it. The child stays here... It will know love." With that he looked away again and back up at the ceiling. "Lia...despite what you think. I do care."
