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“That’s disgusting.”
I grin at Malachi before biting into the chocolate pudding covered pickle. I get a kick out of making him gag. It puts a smile on my face, even if it’s superficial.
“Har, please kick her out,” Malachi pleads as he bends over the trashcan. “She’s making me sick.”
Harlow carries her empty coffee mug to the sink and winks at me before addressing her husband. “Mal, she stays. But you can leave if it’s too much.”
He straightens quickly. “This is my house,” he complains. “She has a perfectly good home to go to. I don’t see why she has to stay here. Hell, she can even go to the clubhouse. I don’t care.”
I swallow my breakfast concoction. He’s wrong. I don’t have a home to go to. Not anymore. Nico and I only speak when it’s absolutely necessary, which isn’t often. He refuses to apologize, and I refuse to play second fiddle to his ego. We’re both too stubborn for our own good.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Harlow says. “Not until she’s ready.”
Malachi groans and focuses on me now that my pickle is gone. “Why won’t you just talk to him? Nico knows he fucked up. He misses you.”
“Is he sorry?”
“I give up.” Malachi throws his hands up and stomps out of the kitchen.
Harlow starts washing the few dishes in the sink, and I dry them. We work in silence, but when I put the last mug away, that changes.
“Malachi’s right, ya know?”
I glare at her. “About?”
“Pep, stop. This is getting ridiculous.”
“Are you seriously siding with Nico?” I ask feeling betrayed.
“No, P, I’m not.” She rests her hands on my slightly rounded belly. “I’m siding with him.”
“I never should have told you it was a boy,” I huff out.
Harlow laughs. “You didn’t tell me. I had to bribe you with pickles for the information.”
“Whatever.”
“Look, all I’m saying is that Nico isn’t going anywhere. He’s the baby daddy. Even if you can’t make it work between the two of you, he doesn’t deserve to be cut out of that.”
Tears well in my eyes. My cravings aren’t the only thing all over the place. My emotions are too.
“I miss him,” I admit.
“Then go talk to him.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“P, why?”
“Because I know if I talk to him, I’ll forgive him.”
“And that’s a bad thing because…”
“He should be the one to cave first.”
