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Un-fucking-believable.
Whynow?
I make it to the toilet just in time as everything I shoved down my throat last night comes up. It’s disgusting. I’ll never get used to this morning-sickness hell. I flinch when a cold hand moves along my neck to attentively grab my hair and hold it behind my shoulders. He silently kneels next to me and keeps his hand in place until Ifinish.
“Good ole morning sickness?” His voice is soft and comforting—the complete opposite of what he gave me last night. He must’ve slept off theasshole.
I flush the toilet and slide away from him, my butt hitting the cold tiles, and I rest my back against the bathtub. He waits until I get comfortable and hands me a bottle ofwater.
“Thank you,” I say, taking a long drink. “It seems morning afters aren’t ourthing.”
“I’d have to agree.” He slumps down against the closed door and stares at me, doing what I knew he’d do—wait for answers. His foot brushes against mine when he stretches his legs out. He’s in the same clothes as he was last night, his jeans unbuttoned, and his hair ismessy.
I cock my head toward the toilet. “You want a go at itnow?”
His thick brows squish together. “Huh?”
“I figured it was your turn to puke your guts out. You had to have been wasted off your ass to tell yourself that showing up last night was a soundidea.”
He chuckles. “I’ll admit, that was a stupid decision. I’d been drinking, but I wasn’t wasted, and I’m sure you understand the shock I wasfeeling.”
“No,” I reply sarcastically. “I can’t relate atall.”
He found out I was pregnant. I’d found out I was carrying a physical being in my body by someone I couldn’tstand.
He scratches his cheek. “How long were you planning on keeping this from me?” And he jumps rightin.
Eighteen years. My entire life if I could’ve gotten away withit.
“To be honest, I have noidea.”
He links his hands together and holds them in front of his mouth, trying to come up with the right words. He blows out a ragged breath. “You don’t like me. I get it. And, to be honest, you’re not exactly my favorite person right now either for keeping this from me. But I have to get over it, just like you have to get over what happened between us.” He points to my stomach. “Because that?Thatchangesshit.”
“It doesn’t change anything. I’m not expecting anything from you. I can do this on myown.”
He holds his hand out, looking shocked. “Let me get this straight. I’m an asshole because I had a minor freak-out after we had sex? What does that make you for your secret? You’ve known you’re pregnant for who knows how long, and you didn’t think it’d be right to let me in on that tidbit ofinformation?”
“You have a halfway good point,” Imutter.
Okay, it’s a full good point, but I won’t give someone credit when I don’t likethem.
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. Looks like we’re about to have thattalk.”
I snort. “Not happening. I can still taste puke in my mouth. I’m not doing anything but brushing my teeth and getting in the shower.” I narrow my eyes at him. “So, don’t make yourself comfortable. We’re postponing thetalk.”
“Okay,princess.Tell me when it’s convenient for you. Thisafternoon?”
“Tomorrow.”
“You’ll be on a flighttomorrow.”
“And? Lucky for you, they’ve invented this thing called a phone. I’ll call you when I gethome.”
“I’d rather do it face-to-face.”
“Then, we canFaceTime.”
He pulls out his phone. “What time is your flightleaving?”
