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“Look, I’m serious about you. I don’t know how it happened or why, but I’m willing to go with it. I told you, I feel strongly about you—more than I should, probably. But I’m willing to go for it because I want it all—the happy family, kids, playing house, all of it.”
Blake pales. “Kids?”
“Well, yeah,” I say.
Blake shakes his head. “I can’t do kids.”
“What?”
He lowers his cup. “I told you what I feel about my past. I can’t bring kids into the mix, Rach. Not if something could happen and I—”
“You’re scared you’ll hurt them?” I ask.
Blake only purses his lips.
“But you’re okay with me being around?” I add.
“I already told you how I feel about that, too. I don’t know what I’ll do and I’m terrified of it. But I care about you, so I’m willing to give it a shot. I can’t guarantee anything. And I can’t promise anything long-term, not right now. Especially not children.”
My ears start ringing and my chest feels tight. Everything I thought we created this weekend seems to unravel before my eyes.
“Blake,” I say in a hoarse voice. I don’t know what else to add. I don’t know what to say, how to respond. His statement hit me like a wild blow, taking the wind right out of my sails.
“I’m sorry, Rachel, but this is who I am. I was open with you about it, so you could know what I am before you get involved with me.”
I laugh bitterly. “BeforeI got involved with you? Hell, you didn’t tell me that untilafterwe slept together. Twice! That’s pretty damn involved, don’t you think?”
“That wasn’t supposed to mean anything.”
“Excuse me!?” My body feels cold.
Blake shakes his head. “That’s not how I meant it, damn it.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “What I’m trying to say is that—”
“I think I get it,” I say and put my cup down. I can’t see straight—my emotions erupt inside of me and a lump rises in my throat. My eyes sting with tears that I refuse to shed in front of him.
I should have known better. I should have been realistic with my expectations.
Blake tries to call after me, but by the time he reaches the front door, I’m already in the elevator, which—thankfully—was still up here, waiting for me.
I press the button for the lobby furiously, as if the doors could close faster the more I press it.
“Don’t leave like this,” Blake pleads. He tries to come to me, his hand reaching for the button.
But the doors slide closed and the elevator takes me down. Not even the great Blake Ford and command and elevator to stay and I’m so relieved I can escape.
I make my way to the car, fighting my raging emotions.
Why am I this upset? Why did I put so much hope into this relationship, what it could have been? I’m not usually like this—I like to think I’m realistic, I like to think I know what I’m doing.
The last thing I do is fall head over heels in love and throw caution to the wind, reading something into a situation when it’s not really there.
But this time, it was different. This time, I didn’t act with my head at all. I can’t say I acted with my heart, but I’ve never been this stupid in love.
It’s that Madame Dorota and her crystal ball, her fortune telling that’s supposed to be so damn accurate. She’s the one who gave me false hope, the one who predicted that Blake and I would be together and we’ll have a bunch of babies. She was wrong about that—Blake doesn’t want children. God, I should have known after what he told me, but I kept holding onto this stupid fairytale because the fortune teller said so.
If she was wrong about that part, what else was she wrong about?
Was she right about everything?
