Steph looked at the rocker and back at Amanda, “Oh please like you didn’t know I was a freak. So this shouldn’t really surprise you.” Amanda ...aised her eyebrow, “And what would Nate say if he knew about that?” Steph laughed, “He would probably ask where his flashlight was.” Amanda just shrugged her shoulders and sort of chuckled at the comment. They got the rest of the stuff that was in the truck and Steph took her goodies upstairs. She quickly put her rocker together thankfully there. Did you think I wouldn’t be? That I would hate you, change my mind about marrying you?” “N-n-no.” she said, tears still flowing, soaking the front of his shirt. “So you’re pregnant, and I’m still here. You are the mother of… my child. Is that something you want, or do we… need to discuss other options?” It surprised him how much that possibility suddenly hurt, though he’d only squared off on the decision moments before. Jen was silent for long moments, perhaps trying to understand what he was. He moved to the entry door, expecting the security lock to buzz open. The door remained stubbornly silent, however. He hoped she wasn’t too upset with him. Just when he had the sinking feeling that she might cancel, he saw someone walking down the hallway. Frida pushed open the door and stepped into the entryway. ‘Uh, hi,’ he stammered. Once again, his wide blinking eyes greeted her arrival. ‘You know, if I have to pop your eyeballs back in every time we get together, you’ll eventually go. He never forgave me for that, even though I had nothing to do with it. He never forgave himself for that. He hated my father and me from the day he walked out, but that 34-million-dollar windfall was the last straw, I guess. The camel killer. Like at the divorce when Connie got nothing but her clothes, her jewelry, minus the wedding set, her car (which was an Audi, worth more than their house), and the ten grand in cash. He was under the impression she got two million of the windfall when she.