The next morning, Reagan woke up still feeling hurt from how Jace dismissed her on the baby subject. She sat in bed for the next half hour, just staring out of the window, wondering how she was going to face Jace today.
What am I going to say to him? I very well can't talk to His Prick-ness about a baby after last night. Maybe I should just leave it alone.
She laughed at the name she came up with for him. But the laughter didn't last long. The baby discussion kept rearing its ugly head in her mind. Thinking about it, she felt a pull in her heart. It hurt her to the core to feel so defeated about this. She sighed and strengthened her resolve to get out of bed a face the world and push this disappointment to the back of her mind. She couldn't let this get her down. She should just go back to her earlier resolve; if he didn't care, well then neither would she. But that was easier said than done.
As she rose out of bed, and went into the bathroom, she couldn't help but gaze at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was startled by what she saw. Her appearance seemed to have aged overnight. Her beautiful tanned skin lost it glow and she had bags under her eyes. She wished those bags were big enough to pack herself away in. All she could do was turn away and step into the shower and hope that the hot water could wash away some of her tension.
After the shower, she made her way to the kitchen, dreading that Jace would be in there. That thought made her steps get heavier and harder to make. For once she wished that he was at the office so she wouldn't have to face him. All her fears were justified; there he was sitting at the table eating a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast with a glass of orange juice. He looked up from his plate and saw her enter.
"Good morning, love" he said. Last night seemed to not quell his mood. He said it in a tone that seemed to not remember how harsh he was. He gazed at her intently, waiting for her reply.
"Hey" was all she could muster. All of last night's emotions came rushing back. She had to turn away to keep from looking in his eyes. She didn't want him to see her cry about it. After a few minutes and fixing her composure, she turned around and went about fixing her own breakfast. Anything to keep from looking him in the eye. When she was through, she got her plate and stood at the counter to eat. He was still staring at her intensely.
"Come sit down next to me."
"I'm fine. I need to hurry and eat any way. I need to clean the house and run some errands today," she lied. She just didn't want to be around him and she hoped he did have to go to the office.
"But I still want you to sit next to me."
"Okay." She conceded. If it would get him out of here quicker, then so be it.
"Next weekend is the office's annual get together. I need to make a good impression on the on the other senior consultants. It could be just what I need to get on the fast track. I need you looking spectacular."
She couldn't believe what she just heard. He was so dismissive to her about something that she that was important but he could turn around and ask something of her? He had balls the size of melons to ask that. She should just dismiss him like he had done her and see how he felt about it. If he could just feel the way she felt when he dismissed her maybe he could understand. He is a total prick. While she sat toying with that idea, Jace just kept staring, at her waiting on her to reply.
"Reagan...Reagan," he called. It seemed she was ignoring him.
"REAGAN!"
"What?" She sat there innocently as if she didn't ignore him. She didn't intentionally but she didn't want him to know that.
"Why are you ignoring me?" The tone in his voice was hard border lining with annoyance.
"I wasn't ignoring you. What is it?"
"I said that next weekend is the annual office's get together. This is important for my career and I need you to look spectacular."
"Okay." She tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible to hide her anger about his complete prick-ness.
"Is that all you have to say about it?" She got up and started clearing the dishes from the table and headed towards the sink without answering his question. While her back was turned to him, she started to formulate how she would answer him. Maybe a dismissal was in order for him.