The Man in the Mirror

by Georgia Le Carre

But if I did have a husband I would never try to protect him from other women because in my books if he was so weak and uncommitted to me that he couldn’t resist another woman’s flesh then I was well rid of him.

It’s ten o’clock in the morning and you just had sex, didn’t you? The amount of shaking you put your poor baby through it’s going to think it’s a bloody Martini.”

I thought of Zackary’s nanny sleeping peacefully in her bed and I wished her well. She had no idea she had woken me up from my deep sleep.

I felt my heart soar as if it would fly out of my body. Wow! That was the moment I fell in love with the man in the mirror.

“I want to fuck you. What’s it going to take?”

“It’s not pity. I’m just angry, that you had to go through all of this without me by your side.”

“I need to be inside you,” I said. I had no condom. But it didn’t matter. Condoms are for people who have something to lose. People who are afraid of diseases and unwanted pregnancies. I wanted anything and everything this woman could give me. I could handle disease, and I desperately wanted her babies. I wanted a football pitch full of children from this woman’s womb.

If I got pregnant from one perfect mating with Brett, then I wanted to keep that precious life. I wanted it more than I wanted anything else. Brett’s baby. My baby. Nobody would understand, but I didn’t care. I touched my stomach and prayed I had become pregnant. Please God.

“You were made for me,” he swore. “No one else. You’re mine, Charlotte Conrad. I swear it you’re mine. And one day you’ll carry my name too.”

“You’re mine,” he said harshly. “If you didn’t want to be then you shouldn’t have worked your way into my heart in the first place. But as you did, I’m not letting you go.”

“I love you, Charlotte Conrad.” “Me too. I love you so much I could die.”