Gone-Girl-by-Gillian-Flynn

me, and I was, also ready to admit my role in the credit cards.
A long pause on the line. ‘Hunh,’ she said. ‘Hunh.’
I could picture Boney running her hand through her slack hair, chewing
on the inside of her cheek.
‘You take care of yourself, okay, Nick?’ she said finally. ‘Take good care
of the little one too.’ Then she laughed. ‘Amy I don’t really give a fuck
about.’
I went to Go’s house to tell her in person. I tried to frame it as happy
news. A baby, you can’t be that upset about a baby. You can hate a situation,
but you can’t hate a child.
I thought Go was going to hit me. She stood so close I could feel her
breath. She jabbed me with an index finger.
‘You just want an excuse to stay,’ she whispered. ‘You two, you’re
fucking addicted to each other. You are literally going to be a nuclear family,
you do know that? You will explode. You will fucking detonate. You really
think you can possibly do this for, what, the next eighteen years? You don’t
think she’ll kill you?’
‘Not as long as I am the man she married. I wasn’t for a while, but I can
be.’
‘You don’t think you’ll kill her? You want to turn into Dad?’
‘Don’t you see, Go? This is my guarantee not to turn into Dad. I’ll have to
be the best husband and father in the world.’
Go burst into tears then – the first time I’d seen her cry since she was a
child. She sat down on the floor, straight down, as if her legs gave out. I sat
down beside her and leaned my head against hers. She finally swallowed her
last sob and looked at me. ‘Remember when I said, Nick, I said I’d still love
you if? I’d love you no matter what came after the if?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, I still love you. But this breaks my heart.’ She let out an awful sob,
a child’s sob. ‘Things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.’
‘It’s a strange twist,’ I said, trying to turn it light.
‘She won’t try to keep us apart, will she?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘Remember, she’s pretending to be someone better too.’