"Oh, you wanted to avoid dramatics, did you?" she snapped, placing her hands on her hips and looking him coldly. "Do tell, how do you think you're faring thus far?"
It needled Rachel endlessly that he hadn't bothered to inform his mother that additional grandchildren was simply an impossibility. That had been one of the reasons, one of the main reasons, to stress a point, that she'd gone along with this farcical arrangement—Gabriel intimated that two children in their lives was certainly enough to manage; if she didn't want a third, why push the matter? Fat lot of good that promise had been! This was pushing the matter in a very big way, and Rachel did not care at all for the subtle manipulation. She understood the psychology of it all too well.
"It changes everything, Gabriel! And now she has my mother thinking that I've agreed to this procreating nonsense, as well! Do you even have an inkling of how hellish life will be—for the both of us—now that she's been given this gross misconception?"
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