Veronique has never felt more uncomfortable in her life ever and this situation definitely takes the cake. Her stomach is already in knots, her back to the brunette who has one arm lazily draped over her side. She knows for a fact it's a little too early to be talking about babies at this time of the morning, but that's not what's making her queasy and sick to her stomach.
The mere thought of having a baby with Riley, to actually have a child growing inside of her. That's the big problem. For one, it would affect her career, Veronique knows she'd have to cut down her working hours and the Frenchwoman knows she's at the peak of her career right now. Secondly, children scare the shit out of her and Veronique is fairly sure she doesn't have a single maternal bone in her body. Even when she was growing up, she barely helped her mother look after Amorette. Children were grubby, devilish little things in Veronique's eyes and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.
The part, that made it the worst though, was the absolute excitement in Riley's tone as she continued on about their future. Talking about having children, how they'd take care of their new son or daughter. Veronique couldn't do it. She just couldn't handle it. She felt guilty, knowing Riley had wanted a child more than anything and at the start of their relationship, the Frenchwoman had prayed that her view would change, but it hadn't. Now she was stuck.
"-- I think it'd be wonderful..." The words leave her lips before she can stop them, but they sound so false to her own ears.
The blonde slowly wriggles out of bed, checking the time and swallowing the lump in her throat as she swings her legs over the other side of the bed and eases upright, finally out of Riley's almost suffocating grip. It still doesn't make her feel any better.
"I should really get ready for work, baby."