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I exhaled through my mouth as I brought my arms together, feeling the burn in my muscles as I used the chest press machine.
“No, Nate. I mean Nathaniel is yours. He is your child.” I watched as the tears rolled down her cheeks, her lip quivering as she scratched her arms.
“What do you mean?”
“I wasn’t sure if you didn’t remember that night that happened between us when I finished my internship with you guys. My hair was kind of different, but I really thought you would remember me regardless of my hair color,” she scoffed humorlessly as she wiped her tears away. “You told me to stay at the captain’s house because I had had a few too many drinks, and then we slept together in the cottage that night. I know I should’ve said something, but I?—“
I gently pushed her off my lap and got up as I rubbed my temples, trying to remember the night she was talking about.
“I-I don’t remember,” I whispered as I shook my head, and more tears fell out of her eyes as I walked toward the door. “Sorry, I just?—“
I left her office and her sobs met my ears as I walked down the hallway.
Nathaniel is mine?
“How could that be possible?” I grunted as I finished the last rep on the chest press. Ahh fuck. How could I just leave like that?And how could I not remember that night with Avery!
How was I able to ignore her cry, pretending as if I couldn’t hear how heartbroken she was? It wasn’t that I didn’t believe Avery, as a matter of fact, out of all the women who had claimed to have my children; I wholeheartedly believed that Avery was telling the truth.
But I couldn’t process it, because it suddenly sprung itself upon me and I had a son?I have a son?
“What are you smiling about and why are you here so early?” Brian asked as he walked toward the treadmill with his towel thrown over his shoulder.
My lips dropped as I looked at Brian.Does he know that Nathaniel is my son?
I huffed as I shook my head, taking my hands off the handles as I got up and stretched my arms over my head.
“What? I can’t come early?” I asked and winced at my tone. Brian was shocked, but he didn’t say anything as he started with a light jog on the treadmill. “Sorry,” I apologized as I chose the forty-pound weights to begin with.
“It’s alright.” He waved his hand and I sat down on the bench, facing him as I lifted the weights with ease. I could feel Brian’s worried gaze over me as he started running on the treadmill. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Nah.” I shook my head as I lifted the weight, making sure my wrists weren’t being twisted.
“Okay,” Brian muttered and I sighed as I dropped the weights on both of my sides. I rubbed my neck as I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down.
Working out—as a matter of fact—was not helping menotthink. I was actually thinking more than I should have and I could feel a headache form as I thought of what I could have done differently with Avery.
All this thinking was driving me crazy!
It had been two days since I saw her. Normally I would make sure I would go visit her in her office or appear in the spaces she would frequent. I had not even called her yet because I was scared... and I had no idea what it was I was scared of.
I placed the weights back where I had found them and sighed as I walked to another machine, hoping that the burn in my muscles would actually distract me, but after having done all the workouts already for the past two hours, I had gotten bored quickly and was finding them to be annoyingly easy.
Maybe I should do weightlifting.
“You’re annoying me,” Brian murmured as he leaned against the treadmill, wiping the sweat that had formed around his neck. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, God!” I groaned as I dipped my hands in the powder, spreading it around my hands so that I could have a good grip on the bar.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing.” He sat down on the bench and crossed his leg over the other, angling his head as he watched me quietly.
“Now you’re the one that’s annoying me!” I said.
He pursed his lips, giving me a light shrug as if to say he didn’t do anything.
“Don’t look at me like that!” I warned as I pointed my finger at him and an amused smile grew on his face.
Argh, I hated it whenever he would just stare at me quietly and know that I would break and tell him everything that was going on in my life. I wanted to God, I really wanted to, but I couldn’t.
