<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">"Am I? I would not think so highly of me Nathan. From the time of our dance until a day in my third year of university, I held to that innocent love I had for you. Do you remember when I suddenly stopped calling you? I used to call almost every week, but then I stopped. And I would see you call me and I would not answer but would look the other way and cry. I could not bear talking to you then... not af..."<br/><br/>Caitlynn took a shuddering breath as she closed her eyes. She turned and looked at Niniel still sleeping soundly, and Caitlyn in some ways wished she would awaken so she could end this talk she had started. No, she had to tell. She looked again at a very concerned face of Nathan and said,<br/><br/>"Remember when I finally returned your call? I was all laughing and happy and made up some BS excuse why I had not contacted you for those three weeks. You were accepting and loving as you always were, and it all passed and we again talked as we did."<br/><br/>Caitlynn looked over at Niniel as she stirred, but she remained asleep. She took Nathan's hand  and went on,<br/><br/>"And some weeks later when you called, I answered but was quite sick and didn't talk much. It was because I was pregnant. I could not tell you then."<br/><br/>Caitlynn held back her emotions even as they tried to kick their way out of her stomach. This was harder than she thought it would be.</span>