The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Simple plotline: he wants to marry her but she refuses him because she thinks he’s marrying her simply because she’s the baby-oven. Three words for the mom-to-be: Get over yourself!And of course, the high-strung, do-or-die drama HAD to unfold when she was at the moment of giving birth. >You don’t love….please let me die!I do love you.>Only saying that. Never loved me. Only the baby.That’s not true.>Tis true […] Cause of the baby.No.>You didn’t…come back. But it was you having my child that drove me back.>Don’t believe you.I swear to God. I love sharing my life with you.>Never said… never…never… said.I did say.> Didn’t love me.If I were the delivery nurse privy to this inane conversation, I’d increase her Lidocaine. Stat. Like hello? If the guy basically grovels for months for the mistake he made, serves her hand and foot, and kowtows to everything she want, what MORE does she need for proof of his love? His throbbing heart like a sacrificial offering to the altar of the goddess of love? Annoying read. I don't even want to imagine how miserable she would make everyone else feel if she gets post-partum depression.
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