For one full minute, Delilah did not react.
She remained seated on his lap, staring at him with exactly the same expression. Her eyes never left his face, and aside from the steady rise and fall of her chest, she looked less like a living woman and more like a very beautiful doll.
Finally, her lips parted.
"What did you say?"
Gideon swallowed. "Your daughter is pregnant with my child."
SLAP!
The sound echoed sharply throughout the control room. It was one of the hardest slaps Delilah had ever given him.
Her mouth fell open in disbelief, and both hands immediately grabbed his shoulders and began shaking him back and forth.
"GIDEON! YOU JERK!"
She continued rattling him so hard his head bobbed helplessly.
"You got me pregnant, and now my daughter too?! What kind of monster are you?!"
Gideon could only endure the assault, one cheek burning while his body rocked with every shake.
