#Chapter 35: Meeting His Parents

Bile rose in my throat. Hearing Joseph laugh about Aimee’s trauma made my entire stomach shift and churn. I swallowed it down and snapped, “Don’t talk about her like that!” With one glance at me, he stifled his laughter. “Hey, don’t be sick in my car.” If I was sick in his car, he’d deserve it. “I shouldn’t need to remind you that I am also pregnant. The way you talk about Aimee…” He paled a little. “No, no. You and she are way different.” “How?” “She made bad choices, Cynthia.” “So did I,” I mumbled. He ignored me. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut. Everyone laughs about it, but I shouldn’t.” Everyone laughs about it? That was hardly an excuse. “I don’t think it’s funny.” “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I think I’m just nervous since your meeting my mom and dad. I didn’t want to say anything, but I guess my nerves are making me say stupid things.” I frowned at him, and he drove on in silence for a while. When the immediate danger of my nausea passed, I could mo