"Straight to the point." Phoebe's voice cutting through the whistling wind. "How exactly do you plan to take responsibility for my life? Because …"
"Because you are carrying my heir?"
"You … you know I'm pregnant?" she breathed, her voice dropping into a strained whisper that was nearly swallowed by the wind.
Raymond's small, calm smile remained intact, contrasting sharply with the storm brewing in her eyes. "I know everything about you. Of course, I know you're pregnant."
"But … no! that's impossible! That means you've been spying on me this whole time!" Phoebe shrieked, her voice cracking with a mixture of fury and rising panic.
"How could I not know," Raymond countered, his tone dropping into a deeper, more resonant frequency, "When you are carrying my child?"
