As Nathan stood there, more concerned about his precious car than my impending labor, I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. Here I was, on the brink of a life-changing moment, and the man who was supposed to be my partner was more worried about leather upholstery than the birth of his child. The pain became sharper, but with it came a clarity I hadn’t felt in months.
“Nathan, please, this is serious,” I pleaded one last time, hoping to reach whatever part of him might still care.But he simply shook his head, muttering something about ruining his vacation plans, and went back inside to summon his parents, likely to discuss how this unexpected inconvenience could be resolved without him missing his trip.
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