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Rolling her eyes at his comment, she huffed. Scarlett had been getting much more annoyed with Devon due to her pregnancy. “I’m sorry,” she was obviously being sarcastic, “I must have misheard you because it almost sounded like you were invaliding my sacrifice to carry your child.” Scarlett looked over at him, arms crossed over her seven-month baby bump. “We’ll get there. And we will pull over as many times as I need to. And you’ll still rub my feet later.”
Every time Scarlett opened her mouth Devon grew less sure he was going to be able being a parent with her. Each month she’d grown harder to deal with. “I’m not the one that wanted to keep it, so don’t start with me,” he growled under his breath. She’d grown even more bossy, and obnoxious to the point Devon wanted to slam his head against the wall. “Yes, dear,” he grit out, pulling off the highway and into the parking lot of the first McDonald’s he saw. “I’ll wait for you here. Get food if you want.”














