This was all so ridiculous. The girl who had screwed him over despite him thinking the sun shone out her ass, the girl who'd wanted to have him take care of her but then didn't want to have him around her. The girl who'd cheated on him was now asking him to do just what he'd promised when he ACTUALLY loved her.
Now to try and explain that. "You hurt me, Celia," he said slowly. "You really did. You didn't care, you were in love with Simon, you messed me around. You went behind my back, you stopped caring. Now you're suddenly pregnant and you think everything is all the more clearer. You can't reverse what you did to me. I've spent weeks trying to get over you, forget any feelings I had for you. And now you're here, choosing me. I didn't ask you to choose me. I thought you made it pretty clear you'd chosen Simon so I'd not... fucking hell Celia," Jonah ran a hand through his hair, exhaling the deep breath he'd been holding.