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“What Jeff said about my previous pregnancy… I mean, I know you probably have all these thoughts about me and whatnot. But let me—”
“Stella—”
She held up a hand. “Wait. Please, let me explain myself. Jeff has wanted me to get pregnant for years. I’ve had trouble carrying to term and I have suffered many miscarriages. With my last one, there were clear signs of complications, and terminating the pregnancy was the best option. It still eats at me to this day, but I truly do believe I made the best choice I could at that time. I know you probably think the worst of me, but…” She stuttered over her words as her body began to shake.
I walked over to her and took her hands in mine to calm her nerves. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I made the choice to do it and—”
“No. I mean, I’m sorry I gave you the impression that you’d ever have to explain your life choices to me. Whatever you did, you did it because you made a choice, which was yours to make. I would never judge you for that. I would never judge you for anything you’ve ever done, and I am sorry that you thought I would. I’m sorry you believed I was a man who would do that to you. Stella, you could do no wrong in my mind. I will do better in making that clear to you. I will be better for you.”
Her eyes washed with emotions as she became choked up. “How do you do that?” she whispered as she looked up at me with her brown eyes. “How do you make the aching parts of me feel at peace?”
“The same way you did it for me.”
I set Stella up in my bedroom—our bedroom as of late—with a romantic comedy, then waited outside of the guest room where Jeff was crashing. It took him hours to wake, but when he did, he grumbled about his headache. It could’ve been from my fist to his jaw or the alcohol he’d drowned himself in. Either way, he was in pain.
“What the…?” he muttered, standing up and walking to the door. “What happened?”
“You passed out,” I told him. “After treating Stella like shit.”
“It’s been a long day. It’s not every day you find out you have a kid on the way.”
“Yes, but there’s no excuse for how you spoke to her. You need help, Jeff.”
“I know. That’s why I came here, to get money to pay off my loans and—”
“I mean professional help for your drinking.”
He shot me a harsh look. “Listen, guy. The last thing I need is for you to tell me what I need to do.”
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do. But Stella? She’s pregnant, and that child deserves a father. Every child deserves a father, but that doesn’t mean every father deserves his child. Do better. Be better.”
“I don’t have money to get help,” he said.
“I’ll pay for any clinic you find. Money isn’t an issue.”
He huffed. “You think you’re some kind of superhero, huh? You think you’re better than me?”
“No. I don’t.”
He raced his hands through his hair. “I need to talk to Stella.”
“Not now. You need to go home and decide what you really want and how you want to be in this child’s life.”
He grumbled but agreed. As he walked out the front door, I watched him from the front porch. I slid my hands into my pockets. “Jeff?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t ever show up to my house uninvited again, and if you ever take one too many steps toward Stella aggressively again, I will snap your neck in half.”
He parted his mouth to reply, but no words came out.
I wasn’t kidding, either. I’d break that man into two if it meant protecting Stella and that child.
“Jeff, wait,” Stella said, appearing behind me. He looked up and waited for her commentary. She walked over to the table and grabbed her purse. “Do you want to be in this child’s life, or do you want money?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
