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“That’s fine,” I quietly replied.
Cole’s eyes met mine, and mine instantly filled with tears. He leaned down and kissed me. “We will figure this out,” he whispered. “You will be okay in the end; I promise.”
13
Itwisted my fingers in my lap as I waited on the doc to come into the room. I was nervous as hell for the results, and I was feeling extremely sick to my stomach. Cole had club business to deal with that couldn’t wait, so I was at the doctor’s office alone. But I wanted nothing more than to have Cole at my side right then.
I was so fucking nervous. I felt like I was going to throw up at any moment, and I couldn’t keep still. I was so fucking fidgety.
The doctor finally came into the room. He set the file down onto the countertop. Turning to me, he clasped his hands behind his back and gave me a reassuring smile. “Amelia, the baby is Colton Louis’s.”
Tears fell down my face. I sobbed into my hands, relief flooding my body. I was so fucking happy it wasn’t one of those assholes’.
Thank God, I didn’t have to abort it. Now, the only thing I had to worry about was how Cole and I were going to make this work. We argued so fucking much, and we could barely agree on anything. The only time we got along was when we were screwing!
* * *
I stretchedas I came awake, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. I jumped in shock, my heart pounding in my chest when I looked over and saw Cole sitting at the desk in my room with his feet propped up on it. He smirked when he caught my reaction. “Did I scare you?”
I rolled my eyes at him, sitting up. “Get your nasty ass shoes off my desk,” I ground out. “I’m the one that has to clean this room, you know.”
He removed them but watched me with wary eyes. “Are you going to tell me what the doctor said?” Cole finally asked.
I swallowed hard, putting a hand over my stomach. I laid back down so I was facing the ceiling. “It’s your baby, Cole,” I said just loud enough for him to hear me.
It was deadly silent in the room for a little while. I forced myself not to cry. I knew he wouldn’t want it. How stupid was I to even begin to think that maybe he wanted something to do with this kid if it was his? Cole and I didn’t know how to express our emotions. I had been traumatized to the point that it all became one big mess when I began to feel anything. Cole mainly showed anger. I mean, what kind of parents would we even make? We could barely control our own fucking lives, much less that of a kid.
“Fuck,” Cole finally whispered. “I’m a dad.”
I felt the side of my bed dip, and I looked over at him to find him staring at my belly. I removed my hands slowly, placing them on the covers beside me. He pushed my shirt up and rested his hand on my belly. You could sort of feel a bump. I hadn’t looked in the mirror to see if I could see one.
“Amelia, that’s my kid in there,” he whispered, a thousand emotions running through his voice.
I rolled my eyes at him. “No shit, Sherlock.” I cut his moment short by sitting up. I crossed my legs Indian style and let my eyes settle on his. “Cole, how are we going to make this work?” I asked him quietly.
He gave me an‘are you fucking kidding me’look. “How the fuck else do you think this is going to work?” Cole asked me. “I have feelings for you, and I know somewhere deep inside of you, you have feelings for me, too. We’ll be together and make it work for this baby.”
I got off of my bed quickly, putting my hands on my hips as I glared down at him. For so long, I had wanted Cole to admit his feelings for me. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to me just because he got me knocked up. I wouldn’t be our fucking parents; I wouldn’t be with him just because of a baby.
“That is an absolutely ridiculous idea!” I shouted at him. “Cole, I will not be like my mom and dad.” I ignored the pang that hit my heart when I mentioned my dad and continued on. “I will not be with you just because of this baby.”
“I’m not giving you a choice in this, Amelia,” he said, standing up as well, his tall frame towering over me.
“Like hell you aren’t,” I spit at him. “I’m my own fucking person, Cole. This baby does not give you some fucking ownership rights to me. Go fuck yourself, and get the fuck out of my room,” I snapped, pointing to the door.
Cole walked to my door, his back rigid. I knew he was pissed. Why he wasn’t arguing with me was beyond me. It wasn’t like him. “That’s it?” I asked him incredulously. Fuck, I didn’t know what in the hell I wanted. “You’re just going to walk out?”
Cole had never walked away from an argument; it wasn’t in his nature. Maybe he had realized how dumb his idea was. I wanted Cole more than anything, but not just because of baby.
“I’m going to get a drink, Amelia. I need a breather. You’re pissing me off.” I stopped listening to him.Fuck. I had been drinking. What did this mean for my baby?Oh, dear God.
I sat down on my bed heavily and grabbed my phone. Cole walked over to me immediately. “Amelia?” he asked, kneeling in front of me.
I put up a hand to his face. He shoved it away, but he kept scanning my features, trying to figure out what had bothered me so suddenly. “Hi, can I speak to Dr. Charles?” I asked the receptionist that answered the phone.
“Sure. Give me one moment while I direct your call.”
“Amelia, what the fuck is going on?” Cole demanded.
