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“And I gave it to you.”
“But then you left,” I grind out, stroking my index finger over the condensation of my beer to keep my temper in check. “Do you know how much that drove me crazy?”
Molly hesitates before giving me a curt nod. “I know…I’m sorry.”
“Now what?” I lift my shoulders because the inevitable is killing me inside and I can’t keep tiptoeing around the subject. “We keep going through these awkward meetings? You’re still deciding what to do?”
“I don’t know what to do,” she claims, making my chest tighten. “However, I do know that I’m never going to do that again. I’m just going to throw a toaster at your head or something.”
“That means you’d have to live here.”
“Well, did you give my room away already, Wolfe? Because you’re acting as though you have a full house now.”
“I don’t.”
“Then I need you to move all my shit back in.”
That’s the moment my beer meets its ultimate demise. Shattering against the corner of the cement when I meant to get it onto the grass.
At the same time, my chest meets Molly’s small one as I tower over her.
“This is the last time I’m going to ask you this, Molly, so listen up and listen good. If you tell me that you’re coming back, there’s no going back on it. You never leave here with all your shit again. You never abandon me or our girls ever again. Or I will hunt you down anddragyour ass back here kicking and screaming.”
“Deal.”
I slowly rock my head back and forth. “I need to hear the words, woman. I need that shit cemented in my brain so I can rationalize my crazy in my head.”
Molly shoves her lips out in thought. “I don’t think you can rationalize crazy.”
“Molly…”
“I mean, that’s—it doesn’t make sense.”
“Molly…”
“You’re either crazy, or you can sift through the crazy, you know? Like, I was having a mini Hulk moment when we were talking earlier, but that was just the hormones.”
“Molly—”
“It’s a lot, carrying your child,” she continues as though I’m not about to lose my shit. “I have so much aggression, it’s insane. I usually never wake up choosing violence, but this child has me all kinds of aggressive and vicious.”
My brows clench. “What?”
“I think we’re having a boy.”
All of my anxiety aboutthiscurrent situation, about Molly coming back here to live, is dropped on its ass and quickly replaced with panic.
“Why would you say that?”
Molly cocks her head to the side. “Why do you look terrified?”
“Because I’m trying to keep you here not chase you away again.”
A sweet little chuckle escapes Molly’s lips but it does nothing to calm me down. A mini me would be a terrorist. I remember my mother telling me how I was too much to handle, always on the move, never satisfied with one thing.
I was a kid with a lot on my mind and I wanted to conquer everything.
“I actually would love a boy,” she asserts, sounding as though she’s serious. “Football games and someone who loves sports and cars as much as you do.”
