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“How couldI?” I let out a dark chuckle. “Mom, I love them! What’s wrong with love?”
“Everything,” she cries out. “It’s not the love, it’s who you’re loving!”
“Well, it’s too late now,” I say, glowering at her.
“Too late?”
I rub my stomach and shrug. “I’m pregnant.”
Dad curses from behind her and Dawson starts repeating it between giggles.
“No,” Mom chokes out. “You’re just saying that to piss me off.”
“I am and it’s not Ryder’s.”
Both of my parents stare at me as though I’ve grown two heads.
“Ronan?” Mom whispers.
“We were kidnapped, Mother.” Tears start welling and I hate that I can’t keep the anger at the surface like I want to. “Things happened because I was scared. We all were.”
She starts to full-on sob. Dad strokes her hair, body tense, as he scowls at me.
“We’re going to have the baby and the three of us will be happy together—”
Mom launches at me, her palm cracking against my cheek before I can even register her quick movement.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” she demands, tears streaming down her face. “Your baby will have problems. Birth defects. That is,ifit even makes it that far.”
Her words stab hard just as she intended.
“You can’t scare me,” I growl. “Not only are you a hypocrite, but you’re a liar. You married your own father and had a million babies with him!” I motion at the slew of kids in the cabin. “We’re all fine, Mom! Your lies about what could happen fall on deaf ears!”
Dad speaks up, his voice deceptively calm. “Where’d you hear this bullshit?”
“Wild.” I cross my arms over my chest. “He said he overheard you and his dad talking about it. The cat’s out of the bag. Everyone knows.”
“You, child, are so clueless about how things are,” Mom croaks out. “You think you know everything, but you know nothing. You’re stubborn and reckless.”
“I know that my baby will be fine,” I state with a smirk. “Yours all turned out okay.”
Declan runs over to me, clinging to my leg. I stroke his hair because I need the comfort as much as he does.
Dad sits on the bed and sets Dawson down, who immediately crawls over to Kota. Mom’s tears haven’t stopped. Her shoulders are hunched as if she’s tired with defeat.
Good.
I’ll win this round with her.
Fighting for the ones I love and my little baby is worth all this drama.
Mom lifts her gaze to meet mine and real fear shines in her eyes. I shift uncomfortably, unease making my stomach recoil.
“Raegan, sweetie,” Mom says, her bottom lip wobbling. “He’s not my father by blood.”
Heat burns up my throat and settles on my cheeks. “What?”
“He adopted me. You kids are fine because our blood isn’t…the same.” Her eyes drop to my stomach and more tears spill out. “But you? Yours is the same. The child will be…”
