Page 87 of Between Brothers

He smiled and he shook his head, “You made your point, and no, I’m not gonna love it any less, baby. I love you, and it’s a part of you, so I’m gonna love it just fine… I’m just not sure about this guy.”

Which was totally ironic, to be honest. If you really thought about it, Cell had always been the questionable one of the two. Blue always the more dependable. Which is the only reason why I was even willing to give him a second chance… because I knew just how far out of sorts Duracell’s dying had made my poor Blue.

Still, that wasn’t an excuse for Blue’s behavior… there was no excuse for that.

My dad and I talked until he absolutely had to go and get to the diner. I told him I was coming back to work the next day and he asked me if I was sure. I’d nodded, mostly because I knew raising a child was expensive and I needed to start saving for the impending medical bills for regular doctor’s visits and giving birth.

The rinky-dink insurance plan that was all my father and I could afford only covered so much and there were still copays and things to be covered. I also had to convert one of the upstairs rooms to a nursery. My father giving me what was the guest room.

I’d thanked him, and he’d told me not to mention it, but it broke my heart that our relationship was so strained. That things didn’t feel the same and probably never would.

For having his support and the support of Blue and his club, I never felt so alone in my life before.

“But I’m not alone, not exactly, am I?” I asked out loud of my little bean, not even sure it was to a stage it could hear me or what have you, but I’d like to think that it could feel something and if it were to feel anything? I wanted it to feel loved and wanted.

I turned back to the project in front of me, well aware that if I were to go back to work come morning that I should work on it as long as possible today. Still, first I would need breakfast and so I drifted across to the house to fix something to eat.

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