Catherine Is Pregnant

I stayed there watching the tattoo, hesitatting for a while. It would hurt, and I dont want to see him hurting.

"Just do it once." He said, then turned sideways so his profile was availed to me. "Don't you hate the sight of it too?"

I swallowed. "I do. I hate the sight of it but not enough for this."

"Well, I hate it more than enough for this. So do it."

I nodded, then pushed my hair back. "Maybe you should come up on the bed. It will be easier for me that way."

He said nothing and I moved away from the edge. He got up on the bed, then laid on his side, facing away from me. His hair fell sideways and he put the pillow under his head, as if he didn't know what I was about to do.

I close my eyes. The knife was still blazing hot in my hand, and I moved it slowly to the tattoo, exactly where the C was.

He said nothing even though I knew he nust have felt the heat from how close the knife was.

"I am doing it now," I said.

He gave me a nod and nothing else. Slowly I lowered the knife to his