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I pulled up at the farm, got out, and opened her door. She stepped out and started walking toward the barn. I thought she wanted to be alone, so I went to get back in the car.
“Mike, aren’t you coming?” she asked while looking back at me with desperation in her eyes.
I couldn’t say no to her.
I knew I was weak, but that’s what she did to me—made me a weak, pathetic excuse for a man.
I stepped into the barn behind her, and she walked over to the haystack, but this time, sat on a hay bale at the bottom. Wise choice. I wouldn’t be happy with her climbing the haystacks in her condition.
While she cried into her hands, I stood by the door. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but like I said, it wasn’t my place. I looked at the doorframe and saw our symbol carved on it. I wanted nothing more than to take out a chisel and get rid of it. It didn’t belong there now. I didn’t belong here with her. It felt all kind of wrong. She was married to another man and pregnant, so why was I in the place where we went all the way not once but twice? I turned toward the door to walk out.
“Mike, wait! Please don’t leave. Can you come and sit next to me, just for a bit?” Her eyes were pleading, she was begging me not to leave.
I scratched my head, walked over to the hay bale, and sat next to her. I went to take her hand, it was a natural reaction, but I quickly stopped myself.
“Oh, Mike, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
I didn’t say anything.
Then she took my hand in both of hers and turned to face me. “Mike, I found out how far along I am today.”
I was instantly confused.
Why would I give a rat’s ass about how far along she was?
I didn’t want to know anything about Niall’s spawn.
“That’s good?” I asked, more like a question because I had no idea what she was telling me.
“Mike, I’m nearly nine weeks pregnant.” She had a strange look on her face.
Well, that’s great. Do you want me to throw you a baby shower or something?
“Okay?” I replied not knowing what else to say.
She exhaled. “Mike, think about it. What happened nearly nine weeks ago in this very barn?” she asked, and it was like a piano fell on top of head, a crushing force of weight pushing me down to the ground.
Holy hell!
As the realization hit me, I think I actually gasped. “I could be the father?” I asked hesitantly.
She shook her head. “No, Mike…” she stated, and a wave of relief washed over me, “… not could be the father. Mike, you… you are the father,” she stuttered, gripping onto my hands tightly.
That piano somehow dropped on me again, and I felt like my lungs were caving in. I stood and paced the barn dodging the baby chicks that seemed to be all around my feet for some reason. My heart was racing in my chest as a million thoughts went through my head.
“How do you know? How do you know that the baby is mine and not Niall’s?”
She bit her lip and wiped away a tear. “Because I didn’t sleep with Niall until our wedding night, and that was two weeks later. The doctor was adamant about the dates. This baby is yours, Mike,” she exclaimed.
My mind was wandering. Should I be angry or upset? But all I could think about was that I was going to be a dad, and it was with the only woman I would ever love. I was scared as hell, but I was beyond ecstatic. This meant Callie would divorce Niall, and I’d finally be with her—with her and our baby.
“Mike, say something,” she said, standing and walking over to me.
I smiled brightly and picked her up, twirling her around, and she giggled. I planted her feet back to the ground, and she smiled at me.
“We’re having a baby,” I said. She bit her lip and nodded at me. I couldn’t resist. I was so happy that I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Almost instantly, she pulled away and wiped her mouth.
That broke my heart.
