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I blink open my eyes and he shakes his head, his mouth still gaping at me. “No.”

I nod and chew on my bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. The soft, dry skin sticks to my tongue. “In the shower, against the glass windows overlooking the gardens… On the dresser, against the walls. I don’t think we even made it to the bed. I woke up on the couch, laying on top of you and then raced out of the room to check on the girls. Of course they were still sleeping. I showered and then we never spoke about it again. I just assumed you thought you made a mistake. It took me a while to figure out you didn’t remember at all.”

His face drains of color and collapses down onto his ass, his arms lay limply over his knees and he stares at my belly.

“Marie… When were those babies conceived?”

I sob and cover my mouth with the palm of my hand. “That night.”

His face shutters and he coughs, choking on air. He covers his face with his hands and stands up, pacing the room. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

I send him a look and shake my head, trying to calm my breathing down. “Fuck no. Why do you think I moved out? I was going to talk to you then you brought Alex into the clinic and got STD tested, announced you’re moving her in, and that she’s your amazing, perfect, perky new girlfriend. That’s when I knew that either you would never love me, or you legitimately didn’t remember our night together. So, I said fuck it. The girls found out I was pregnant and they refused to be anywhere around Alex… You were changing, James. And not for the better.”

I blow out a slow breath and lean back on my hands.

“We grew up together, J. I knew you never wanted kids. I knew how careful you always were. I’ve always taken the pill, always at the same time of day, on the hour. I have no idea if we used condoms or not during the several rounds we went at it, and I thought nothing of it until I missed my period. I just assumed it was stress… Then I started getting sick, my legs were swelling and going numb. I took a test and it was positive… I swear on my life, James. I would never do this to you on purpose. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I ever wanted kids either after what we endured. Thank fuck the girls don’t remember much.”

He’s still staring blankly at me, blinking at my belly as if it’s going to disappear the harder he stares at it.

“The babies are going to have my last name. I’m not putting anyone on the birth certificate, you will have no legal ties to them, I swear, James. Leave it all to me. I have enough helpand support. I have enough money now once that lawyer shows up tomorrow.”

He glances up in my eyes and I flinch with the glare he sends me. “I’ll be back… later.” He stumbles, stomping out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind him, and probably out of my life forever.

I just didn’t expect I’d fall so far again for him and he for me, at least I’m assuming it wasn’t just horniness.

How did this fucking happen?

Chapter 15

Marie

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Ihaven’t seen James in over a month. Well, not personally, face to face. Not in my house. I haven’t heard his voice speak to me whatsoever. He’s supposedly staying at a hotel. Nolan and Landon were shocked when I told them the truth, and now they’re taking turns staying with me. I told them everything.

Brenton and his parents have been fantastic, coming over more frequently and ensuring I have a full fridge and pantry. I’m not sure I would eat much without them.

I’m just numb.

I focus on the girls, on work. At least he really did call his lawyers and financial advisors for the meeting I had with Lauren Garcia. She showed up the next afternoon and three hours later, I became a very rich woman. It doesn’t feel real. Nothing does anymore. I feel like I’m a robot, just going through the motions.

I have half a mind to just disappear and never look back. If it wasn’t for the girls, I would. Maybe buy a private island and bask in the sun for the rest of my days. Alone. Like I deserve.

Well, not just the girls, I have the babies to think about now, too. I’ll be a million weeks along next week, and I fucking feel it. More like thirty-one weeks along, but still. I’m still able to work and walk around just fine, but I’m starting to look like I swallowed one of those massive beach balls. We have everything we need when it comes to the babies, so I declined a baby shower. We already had the gender reveal party, so there’s no point. Plus I really don’t feel like socializing any more than I’m forced to.

The weather is starting to slowly warm, the snow is lessening drastically. Which is fantastic for my sanity, let me tell you.

Logan and Bianca have even been coming over quite a bit, dragging Blake behind them to show me moral support. If it wasn’t for that team I would be in a sinkhole of depression. Is James feeling any of this, too? Is he going to disappear?

He's like a zombie on the ice. Mechanically moving, he has only made three goals in the last month, barely assisting on the ice whatsoever. At least he’s out of the rage stage. He was fighting anyone and everyone for the first two weeks, and now, it’s like he’s just… done.

And I feel awful. I know I either should have told him right away, or not at all, but I can’t change the past. I can only focus on the future, the babies’ future. At least the girls’ spring break is coming up. They can’t stop talking about the lake house I booked.

We leave in two weeks and I’m dragging poor Brenton with me. He hasn’t taken a vacation in years, and worst case, he can drive the two hours back to town to deliver a baby if he’s needed.

Maybe we can find him a great guy up on the lake. He needs to let off some steam. If I wasn’t pregnant and bloated, swollen, and look like a beached whale, I would probably do the same. I need James out of my head.

But after being with James, having his lips, tongue, and teeth on my body once again. His long, thick cock inside of me, fucking me so hard, so deep that I can’t think of anyone else?

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