He removes my hands from his neck and puts distance in between us. "You don't understand Bel." Bel, my mother used to call me that but that was past. "Then make me" I give back.

He gets off the bed walks around in a circle like he is trying to control himself. Like he is trying to find the right words to tell me. I scoot closer to the edge and let my legs dangle of the bed. Patiently waiting for him to compose himself for the grand news he is about to tell me.

He takes another ...