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Pathetic doesn't even beginto describe me as I sit outside of Zayn and Amelia's bedroom. After trying to talk to Kennedy for two days straight with no success, I am clinging to any ounce of her I can have. And sitting here, knowing she's only a few feet away, hearing her laugh with Amelia, it helps me breathe.
I'll take what I can get, and I won't apologize for it.
Over the last seventy-two hours, the initial shock of the pregnancy has worn off. It may have taken Tessa lecturing me for at least four of those for me to believe that I'm not exactly the devil reincarnated, but I came to terms with it. That's why I've been trying to talk to Kennedy. I wanted to come up with a plan and promise her that I'm here for whatever she needs. The last thing I expected was for her to tell me she doesn't need me involved. To give me an out, as she called it.
Well, I don't fucking want it.
It's half past nine by the time the door opens and they step out. I look up at Kennedy to find she's only mildly surprised at me sitting by the door, but before I can talk to her, she steps around me and runs down the stairs. I call her name but by the time I get up and get to the landing, she's already rushing out the door.
My fingers lace into my hair, and I tug in frustration. “Son of a bitch!”
I grab the closest thing to me—the third remote we've bought for the TV due to the rest going missing—and launch it across the room. It crashes into the wall and shatters while putting a dent in the sheetrock, but it does nothing for my frustration.
Amelia throws her head back and groans. “I just bought that! Now I have to order another one.”
I ignore her whining and bring the conversation back to something that matters. “She wants to raise the baby on her own. Did she tell you that? She told me she doesn't need me.”
She gives me a sympathetic look. “I know. I heard.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I can't just...she can't—”
There are no words for what's going through my mind.
The panic.
The fear.
The feeling of no control.
My sister comes over and wraps her arms around me as I break. “Relax. She's just going through a lot right now.”
“She's going to keep shutting me out.”
“She won't.”
I rest my head on her shoulder. “Did she say anything to you? How she's feeling? What she's thinking? Anything at all?”
“No,” she answers sadly. “The only thing she wanted to do is plan the wedding. All conversations regarding you or babies were off-limits. It was wedding only.”
Everything in me freezes as an idea comes to mind. It's crazy, unpredictable, and maybe a little psychotic, but it could work. It will work. I put my hands on Amelia's cheeks and press a hard kiss to her forehead.
“You're a fucking genius,” I tell her.
“Uh, thank you?”
Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I slip past Amelia and break for the door. She watches me like I've lost my mind as she follows me outside.
“Where are you going?”
I can't tell if the shiver that runs through me is because of the cold, or because of what I'm planning on doing. Regardless, nothing is going to change my mind.
“Home.”
She throws her hands in the air. “You are home!”
But I don't stop to explain. Getting into my car, I throw it in reverse and whip out of the driveway.
This is going to work.
