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I grow quiet, and he lets out an irritatedgroan.
“Fine, I’ll come to you if I have to, but prepare to explain the reason to my family. I won’t be pushed away from this, and I am not a man you can play games with. I’m a man who will fight for what he wants and the people he loves. You might not have given birth to our baby yet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care forit.”
He has a point. Maven has already lost her mom. It’d be greedy of me to ask Dallas to move her away from her home and the family she hasleft.
“Where am I supposed to stay? On thestreets?”
“You can stay at my place. I have a guestroom.”
“Not a chance inhell.”
“Stella’s?”
“Shack up with the lovebirds? Again, nothappening.”
“We’ll find you a rentalthen.”
I yawn. This conversation is getting too dangerous, sounding too final. “Let me sleep on it. I’ll talk to youtomorrow.”
* * *
I’m readinganother article of what having a baby does to your vagina when the doorbell rings. My mom left for church an hour ago, so yelling for her to answer it isn’t an option. I throw the covers off me before slipping out of bed with a groan. It rings again as I trek down thestairs.
I’m cranky. Heartburn and headache made an appearance and decided to stay all night. Heartburn was the consequence of overeating pasta, and the headache was from the regret of possibly agreeing to move to BlueBeech.
I swing the front door open, and my temples throb at the sight of the world’s biggest asshole standing on the porch with white roses in his hand like he’s picking me up forprom.
“Nuh-uh, not today, Satan!” I yell before slamming the door in his face and lockingit.
Someone must’ve spotted me at La Vista last night and told him I was intown.
Brett bangs on the other side. “Willow! At least talk tome!”
“Fuck you!” I yell back. “Go give those to one of the fifty women you fucked behind myback.”
“I have a key,” he warns. “Don’t you make me useit!”
“I have a baseball bat. Don’t you make me useit!”
He knocks a few more times. “I’ll be back. Don’t think I won’t. Every fucking day until I break youdown.”
“That’s what they make restraining ordersfor!”
He knocks again. “I’ll beback.”
And then silence. Not surprising. Brett is one of the laziest men I know. He doesn’t like to work for anything, but he’ll try to sweet-talk me like he did every time I took him back in the past. Dealing with him is the last thing on my to-do list. Actually, not even on the list. He’s lazy but also irritating when he’s not getting his way. I’m guessing the woman he was cheating on me with got a glimpse of the real him and bailed. That means, he’s ready to run back tome.
Maybe I do need to get out of California, get some fresh air, and clear my head. I lean back against the front door as frustration builds in my head. I’m mentally cursing myself when I head back to myroom.
I snatch my phone from the nightstand, nearly ripping it from my charger, and hit Dallas’s name, praying to God I don’t regret thistomorrow.
Me: Blue Beech. A trial run. That’s mecompromising.
My phone beeps secondslater.
Dallas: Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciatethis.
I exit from his name and hitStella’s.
