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He nibbles my bottom lip, breaking the kiss as he presses his lips together, his brows knitting together. “You sure you need to get back to your classes?” he asks. “We could go home, celebrate the engagement? The healthy baby? Our future?”
“We don’t celebrate our future enough every night?” I ask on a laugh.
Wesley shrugs a shoulder. “Love being inside of you, buttercup. Fucking love it.”
I hum, sliding my hands up his chest and wrapping them around the back of his neck. “I need to go to my classes,” I say. “But I would much rather be with you.”
“Straight to the clubhouse, I’ll be there,” he says on a grunt.
After another ridiculously long kiss, I slip into my car and start the engine. Driving away from him, I glance at him in my rearview mirror. He stands where I left him, watching me the entire time, until I am forced to turn the corner and lose sight of him.
I can’t help but think about Brent as I drive toward my classes. I think about the fact that my brother wants no part of this life of mine. He wants no part of me, and my heart aches because he’s all that I have when it comes to family.
My phone buzzes in my purse and I remember that Jenna had texted me earlier. Pulling into the parking lot of my school, I shift my car into park and reach for my phone. Except I have more than just a text message from Jenna.
I have a missed call and a voice mail.
Touching the voice mail app, I put it on speaker and my heart sinks.
“It’s me, Tanner. I just… I wanted to hear your voice. I heard that you’re having a baby. I just want to know my grandchild. Won’t you come and visit me?”
The call drops and I stare at the screen. I don’t know what to do, what to say. Tears stream down my face, not because I’m sad but because I’m just so shocked. I’m bubbling over with emotions. There are so many emotions in this moment. Nobody can help me with this, nobody can tell me what is right. Nobody else would understand… nobody except my brother.
Shifting my car into reverse, I do something that is probably stupid. I head toward the police department. I don’t even know if Brent is working today. I haven’t spoken to him in over a month. This is probably the wrong thing to do, but I can’t deal with this on my own. I have to at least try.
When the police department comes into view, I pull into a parking spot, shift my car into park and head straight for the front door. It’s full of people, some wanting to talk to an officer, some waiting for reports, but none are like me. None are wanting to speak to their detective brother who has essentially disowned them… except me.
It doesn’t take him long to arrive. I wait probably twenty minutes before the double doors at the back of the room open and Brent is standing there. His eyes cut to mine. He doesn’t walk toward me, instead, he crosses his arms over his chest and plants his feet wide.
Standing, I make my way toward him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, shows me absolutely zero reaction at all whatsoever. I almost roll my eyes at him, but I decide to drop the attitude, because I know without a doubt that it will do zero good.
“Mom called me. Left me a voice mail. She knows I’m pregnant.”
He arches a brow, his lips pressing together in a straight line, then he lets out a sigh before he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his perfectly short, styled hair. He’s nothing like Wesley in looks, but he doesn’t realize that I chose Wesley because he reminds me of all the good parts of Brent. Brent, who isn’t a bad brother, he cares, even if he’s being an asshole in how he goes about it.
Not everything, of course, but Wesley’s good parts are exactly like Brent’s. His bad parts are a bit like Brent’s as well. I could never tell either of them that though, they would both call me a liar and get pissy about it.
“Fuck,” Brent bites.
“What?” I demand.
I’ve chosen not to have contact with my mother for a reason. My father wasn’t a particularly perfect human, but she killed him. She murdered him. That’s something that I can never just forgive and forget. Even if she wasn’t completely there mentally. I just can’t forgive it.
“Jenna,” he hisses.
My body jerks, and I reach into my purse, taking my phone out to see the text that Jenna had sent me. It wasn’t strange that she sent me a text today. She texts me randomly here and there. We more or less check in with one another, not so much talk about our personal lives too much anymore, we’ve kind of stopped discussing anything about our lives anymore.
JENNA: I talked to your mom and mentioned the baby. She didn’t know. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.
Lifting my gaze, I look up to Brent. “She claims she didn’t know not to mention the baby, not to talk about me to Mom. What is going on?” I ask. “What is happening?”
Sucking in a breath, he clears his throat again, his eyes finding mine. “Jenna wanted to talk to Mom. She wanted to mend whatever the fuck is broken. She’s trying to fix everything.”
Shaking my head, my eyes water. “There’s no fixing what happened with Mom,” I whisper. “She needs to stop.”
“Agreed. I’m going to have a serious talk with her. This is not okay. I’m sorry, Tanner. Swear to shit, this was not what I thought she was going to do when she was talking to Mom. I’ll fix it,” he states.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his forearm so that he can’t just walk away from me. “Brent?” I call out.
