Page 60 of Need You To Choose Me

He takes a step back. “You knocked her up?”

“It’s not like it seems…”

But it was exactly as it seemed.

I was the father of Savannah’s baby.

There was no denying that. I didn’t want to deny that.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Daniel yells. I don’t try to stop him when his fists connect with my chest. “You knocked her up. Is that why you were so insistent that we should move here? So you can be with her?”

“He didn’t know I was pregnant until you guys moved here,” Savannah says softly, her hand reaching for Daniel’s forearm.

“Don’t touch me,” he hisses, pulling his arm back. “Who the hell do you think you are? Just because he’s fucking you doesn’t give you the right to mess with our lives.”

“Daniel…” I grab his arm and pull him back, so he doesn’t shove her by accident.

If he wanted to take his frustration out on somebody, it should be me, not Savannah.

“One more word, and I swear to God, you won’t like the consequences,” I growl softly, my grasp on him tightening in warning. “Just because you’re angry at me doesn’t give you the right to act this way.”

He lifts his chin up, the defiance written all over his face. “Fuck you. Both of you.”

Ripping his hand out of my grasp, he spins on the balls of his feet and marches toward the house without another word.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, running my hand through my hair as I watch after him, anger and frustration boiling inside of me.

Not just at Daniel, but also at myself.

I should have told them both the moment I realized Savannah was pregnant with my baby, and none of this would have happened, at least not to this extent.

When I turn toward Savannah, I find her standing a few feet away from me, her arms wrapped around herself as she stares toward my house where Daniel disappeared to, a somber expression on her face.

“I’m so sorry for the way he spoke to you.”

“Can you blame him?” Savannah gives her head a little shake before she shifts her gaze to me. “You should go and check in on him.”

“I…” I rub my palm over the scruff on my jaw.

The need to stay here with her and make sure she’s okay fights with my need to do right by my son. This whole situation is fucked up on so many levels, I couldn’t even begin to put it into words.

They deserved better.

Levi.

Daniel.

Savannah.

Our unborn baby.

They all deserved so much better than a man who kept messing up over and over again.

“Go home, Blake,” Savannah says softly. “He might be angry, but at the end of the day, he’s just a kid. And I think deep down he needs his dad to reassure him that everything will be alright.”

There was no judgment on her face, only sadness. And I hated that I was the reason for it. How Savannah could find grace for my son after he said all those things to her, I’ll never understand. Most women would be appalled, but not her. Never her.

Instead, she was worried about him.

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