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Patrick remainedsilent until we got back to his place. All the way to when I laid the stick on the bathroom counter.
“Are you pregnant?”
“We have to wait a few minutes.” I strode to the bedroom and picked up Blake.
I knew it was positive. Felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. More than anything, my mother’s words wouldn’t leave me. Jack wouldn’t be happy for me to have another man’s child. I’d kill him if he did that to me.
Not if you were the one who died.
Apparently, my subconscious thought a lot of me. I’d hate his new wife, child, and the fact he’d moved on without me. Instead, I was stuck here hating myself for breaking my vows and betraying my husband with another man.
He appeared in the doorway, the test dangling from his fingers. His face was ashen.Way to go. Get knocked up by a man who hates you and doesn’t want kids, Marlow.
“Positive,” I said when he couldn’t speak.
He nodded.
“What do we do now?” He sank down on the bed like he could no longer stand.
“I keep eating everything in sight, throwing up, getting too big to do anything but waddle, and then there will be another person here.”
“How did this happen?”
“You were there. I think you know.”
He cut his eyes over to me. “We’re stuck together.”
Pain I had no right to feel twisted my chest. Hadn’t I told him time and time again I didn’t want to be with him in any capacity? I thought—well, I thought he’d hang with me. Not like a relationship, but as a co-parent. I guess I couldn’t blame him that the thought of being tethered to me was appalling.
“If you want me to take care of the child, that’s fine. I won’t think any less of you.”
He bolted to his feet, in front of me in a nano-second. “I’m not going anywhere. That baby is half mine and I’m not giving up a single second of my time with her. Are we clear?”
“You don’t know it’s a her.”
“Are. We. Clear?”
“Of course,” I said diplomatically. “If you change your mind . . .”
“I’m in shock. I may be a shithead asshole fucker. But I’m not one who leaves behind the mother of his child and their baby.”
“What are you saying? You want to get married?”
“What? No,” he said quickly.
I’d brought that torrent of hurt on myself with the loaded question.
“Good. Because I can’t. I’m already married.”
“He’s dead.”
“Not to me,” I yelled.
“You forgot that when you fucked me,” he said, his voice lethally quiet.
“I never forget.”
He recoiled. “You should have told me it was a threesome. I like to know that kind of stuff beforehand.”
