Page 176 of Reaper's Rival

I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone. Would it matter if I was the one to make the first contact? It’s not like he told me to not contact him.

I was staring at my phone when it lit up and it was Reaper’s name I saw. You had to be kidding me! I grinned foolishly as I answered, in such a rush I nearly dropped the phone.

“Abby?”

I just got the phone to my ear. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“You ok?”

“Yeah, sorry, I nearly dropped my phone.” Just hearing his voice was all I needed to settle the nerves. “How are you? Did you get there ok?”

I heard him let out a long breath. “Yeah, I got here.”

Feeling as if there was tension between us, I decided to cut it with a knife. “Well, are you done yet so you can come home?”

He was silent.

I guess cutting the tension wasn’t the best idea.

“He isn’t here, Abby.”

I frowned and popped a hand under my head, leaning on my elbow. “So you are there and he isn’t?”

“He has moved.”

I groaned. “How long is this going to take you, Reaper?”

Then I got the worst reply possible.

“Months, babe. Months.”

My heart dropped. I had barely lasted this long without him. How the hell was I going to last months? My hand went to my stomach. How were WE going to last without him for months?

Chapter 52

Seven months later

Abby

“It’s not fair.” Kim pursed her lips and stared at me. Her hands were on her hips and she was rocking back and forth on her feet.

It was late evening, and we had all just finished having tea. I was clearing the plates.

“What’s not fair?” I could think of all the things Kim could be complaining about. Kim loved to complain.

“You are nine months pregnant, and you don’t even look full term. Like you should be fat.”

I rolled my eyes. This again.

“I am fat, Kim.”

“Yeah but not fat fat.”

I will never understand why she was so obsessed with how big I am. Maybe I wasn’t as big as other women, and the doctor did say I was carrying ‘tiny'. Which meant I was small. It didn’t matter. I felt huge.

“Girls, stop that.”

Kim and I froze and then turned to our left. Dad was standing there, red-faced and looking to be on the grumpy side of life. Though he was soon to be a grandfather, he didn’t look it.

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