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“I wouldn’t think you did, but I thought you were on the pill?”
“Yeah, I am—I ... I’ve been forgetting to take them lately,” I say, my voice dripping with shame.
He shakes his head, pulling on his hair. “Jesus Christ, Gemma.” He heads toward the stairs.
Iknow. I’m so disappointed in myself.
I cross my arms and watch the love of my life retreat from me again. Except this time, I knew it would happen. Even Gia said to give him a minute or two.
So, I let him be.
I fix myself a plate, because I’m starving now, and I see Damon’s shadow. My heart jerks inside my chest when I see the duffel bag.
Dread. Dread. Dread.
“Damon, you better bekidding me!”
He’s already sorry. It’s all over his face, except this time I don’t fucking care for it. I don’t want his pleas of forgiveness if he’ll do this to us so easily. Tossusaway, discard me like a worthless object.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“No. Damon—no! If you leave this time, we’reDONE. There’snocoming back.” My plate drops onto the counter with a loud clack. My appetite has gone as quickly as a man’s romantic streak.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be a father.”
I’m speechless for a minute. “What do you mean? Damon, you need time.Stay. Go upstairs. I won’t bother you. Don’tleave.”
“You don’t understand.” He shakes his head, and I know that I have zero chance of changing his mind. Damon’s mind control is impenetrable.
“I do. You lost Palmer, and she lost her baby.”
“Gemma.”
“Damon, if you walk away now, I won’t be here when you come back. I promise you,” I whisper, feeling my resolve vanishing into thin air.
This snaps him out of it.
He strides to me in quick steps, holding my neck with one hand. “I just need—”
“Damon,no.” I push him away from me.“Not this time. If you leave, I leave.”
“Baby, don’t do this. You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”
“It’s not about us. It’s aboutourbaby. Let’s just ... let’s start over. If you walk out, you’re letting your past win instead of fighting for your future. Damon ...”
He grabs my face but then lets go, knowing what’s to come.
“You know what? Fine. Leave. Make the decision easy for me.”
He looks at me as if my words are responsible for his demise. Then he’s out the door.
I don’t bother locking it.
I don’t bother with the tantrum I feel like throwing or the river I feel like spilling.
I head to the kitchen and grab two slices of bacon and eat them before reaching the bedroom upstairs.
This time when Gia calls, I pick up. I tell her that Damon left.
