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She sits on the bed beside me and hugs me tightly. “I don’t think he’ll leave. Not after I saw the way he looks at you.”
I laugh, my fingers locking around the stick once she hands it over. My vision blurs when I see the wordpregnanton the screen of the test.
“He won’t be able to stop himself. With every new door he opens, his past is always there waiting.”
“So? Harvey let his past get to him, too, and you were patient enough to wait for him.”
My eyes dart to my sister’s. “I’m tired of chasing grown men, Gia.”
She claps her hands. “That’s what I like to hear! Whether he stays or goes, you have your family to rely on. Dad will be thrilled. He knows what it’s like to be a single dad, and it’s doable. You’ll be fine, Gemma.”
Fine, just fine.
Not happy like I am with Damon every second I’m with him. Even in anger or when he drives me to madness, I’m nothing short of in love with him. Every second with him is blissful, and the moments of fury don’t come close to the big picture filled with happiness.
“The more you think about it, the more you’ll drive yourself nuts. Tell him and see. He might surprise you.”
I nod. “Thanks, Gia.” I see Damon’s caller ID appearing on my phone. “I should head back.”
I stand, and she pushes my hair away from my shoulders. “Be prepared. He will be shocked. James and I weremarried, and the guy needed a few minutes to process.” She rolls her eyes.
“Okay. A few minutes.”
“Call me as soon as you tell him.”
“Hey, everything okay?” Damon asks once I’m back home. His brow lifts as he watches me before adding water to the pan he used to cook bacon.
“Yeah, I needed to get something at the pharmacy.”
Nausea hits me in the pit of my stomach. I have no taste buds. I can’t even smell anything—not his cologne, not even my fear of losing him—nothing.
I’ve already entered the denial stage, readying myself for his departure.
The lady inside me isn’t crying or screaming. She’s laughing, wondering how I could’ve let this happen. If it was worth seeing the cum slip down my legs when we had sex, repeatedly forgetting to take the pill.
“I’ll just come right out and say it.” I exhale loudly.
He eyes me curiously, his hands palming the countertop.
“I’m pregnant, Damon.” I gulp, seeing him check out.
He always told me we wouldn’t have the white picket fence and the two-point-five kids. He warned me, over and over, at the beginning of our affair. And now I must live with my actions, live with my ability to discard fear and warnings.
Now I have a baby to take care of.Mybaby.
“Damon.”
“I heard you.”
His voice is unrecognizable. It isn’t covered with bitterness, nor is it ready to happily swing me across the kitchen at the news. When I lean closer to the counter, on the opposite side of him, I see the panic settled in his eyes. And the pain that’s always there—the hurt that might as well have Palmer’s name on it—is on high beam.
“I’m ... I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say.
I messed up.
“You’re sorry?”
“I didn’t do this to trap you.”
