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Thousands of thoughts flew around my head, while only one of them came forward. The fact that in a few short weeks he’d notice a baby bump.
“You can tell me, you know. Is it something from your past relationship?”
Yep, he’d figured it out. The two men were exact opposites.
“I’m not Miles. I’m not the type to run from problems and place blame where it shouldn’t be placed.”
“How did you know that he did that?”
“I grew up with him, remember. We may not talk now, but he never changed. He was like that as a kid, he was that way in high school, so I’m sure he’s that way now.”
“Yes, he is,” I whispered.
“You know, I’ve made mistakes in my past, done things that I wasn’t proud of, but with each mistake, I learned to grow. You don’t need to worry about me doing those things.”
I let out a breath. “I know.”
“How about we give it a trial run. Why don’t we, after dinner tomorrow night, spend the weekend together. I have the weekend off and so do you. We can stay at my place, go shop, make dinner, watch movies. Just be together?”
“I’d love that,” I whispered as he kissed my neck again.
“If that weekend goes well, I know that there’s a musical festival coming up. Some of our favorite bands are playing, and I was thinking of getting us tickets. We could get a hotel, spend the weekend away.”
“That sounds like fun. I’d love that,” I replied, wondering how long it would be before I’d start showing.
I let out a yawn, and Asher reached around behind him and shut the TV off, then pulled the covers up around us and pulled me into him. I closed my eyes and allowed the heat of his body to relax me.
“You need to get some rest,” he said as he held me in his arms, stroking my hair.
“You too. I’m just happy you are here with me,” I murmured into his chest.
“Same, baby, same.”
A bit later, I rolled onto my opposite side and swallowed hard, trying to rid my throat of the large lump that sat in the centre of it. I’d just gotten comfortable when I felt Asher slide his arm under my neck and felt him press his body against my back, his other hand running around my waist, landing on my abdomen. On our baby. He kissed my neck.
“Good night, sweetheart,” he whispered. In a matter of moments, I lay there fighting the burning sensation behind my eyes, while he drifted off into a deep sleep. Here he was planning our future, and I was hiding something from him that would surely end it.
* * *
Asher had beenasleep for a couple of hours; I was still awake. I’d been getting that nauseous feeling again and knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I needed to be sick. I slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb him. The last thing I wanted was for him to get up with me and wonder what the problem was. I pulled the door shut and bolted to the bathroom.
I’d just taken a cloth and wet it down, patting my face, when I thought I’d heard a noise. I listened hard. Whatever it was I’d heard stopped. I hung the cloth up over the edge of the tub and made my way out to the kitchen to make a hot cup of tea.
Thoughts of telling Asher about the baby were still running through my mind. Actually, they’d gotten worse once I knew he wanted to take things further with me. I knew that nothing good would come from me holding on to this information. I should have immediately come clean, and I never should have agreed to the weekend with him. Yet, I wanted to be with him. It was almost as if he were a drug, and I was being pushed by an unseen force toward him. I let out a sigh and carried my tea into the living room, grabbing my cell phone as I went.
I needed to unload some pressure, and the one part of this weekend that was stressing me out the most was having dinner with Brielle and Sawyer. I knew she wanted what was best for me, yet I was afraid that she might spill the beans about me being pregnant.
I sat down on the couch, pulling the blanket that lay across the back of it over me. After grabbing my phone, I sent a message to Brielle to cancel dinner. There was no reason for us to have dinner tonight. As soon as I sent the text, my phone vibrated. I should have known she’d be up and getting ready for work now.
BRIELLE: What do you mean you’re cancelling?
BELLA: Just what I said.
BRIELLE: What happened?
I tapped my phone. I didn’t want to tell her he’d spent the night. I also didn’t want to tell her that a few moments ago I’d decided that after the weekend I was going to tell him I no longer wanted to see him. Yet, as if someone else had my phone, that was exactly what I’d typed.
BRIELLE: WHAT? He’s there now? Girl, you are in a pretty messed-up situation! What do you mean after this weekend you’re going to break things off? What is going on in that head of yours? It’s pregnancy hormones, isn’t it?
