Page 101 of Love Off Course

Oh my fucking God.

No.

I won’t accept that shit.

Not in a million years.

She’s healthy and mine. We’re about to start our life together.

“Camilo,” she murmurs, sitting up and sliding off my softening dick. “We still need to talk.”

Ignoring her, I slip out of the bed and rush into the bathroom. I wet a rag and bring it back to the room to clean her up. Once she’s no longer messy with my cum, I clean off my dick and then toss the rag to the floor.

“Why are you dressing?” she asks a moment later.

I realize I’ve already yanked on my boxers and jeans. “I, uh, I don’t know.”

With a wobbling lip, she pulls the blanket up around her, covering her nakedness from me. “Listen…”

I pull my shirt on and then throw on my shoes. Running my fingers through my hair, I start pacing. “Talk, Sheridan.”

She flinches. “I like when you call me Sher.”

I stop moving to cross my arms over my chest. “Please,” I beg, “just stop torturing me and come out with it.”

“Come here,” she croaks.

I walk over to her and stop when my knees hit the bed. She grabs onto my wrist like that might keep me from running away.

“I’m meticulous,” she says absently. “Everything is by the calendar. Without fail. I don’t forget things. My schedule is my life.”

“Okay…”

“But I rescheduled something. Forgot to go back. Completely spaced.” Her eyes water with tears. “You have to believe me. I would never do something like that intentionally.”

“Are you sick?”

Her brows furrow and I hate that I know it’s because she’s thinking about her mom. It’s written all over her face. “No.”

“Thank fuck.”

“If you don’t want to stay, I’ll understand. It’ll be okay. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”

Trapped?

She draws my palm to her stomach. “I went to town with Araceli the other day when she had her doctor appointment. I’d missed my period. I wanted to rule it out. Problem is, there was no ruling it out. I’m pregnant, Camilo. With your baby.”

My baby?

I stare at her in shock. “What? How?”

“We didn’t use protection. I’d had the shot, but I was due for another one. I never went and got it. It completely slipped past me. I’m so sorry.”

Gently, I pull my hand from hers, taking a step back. I scrub my palm over my face and shake my head in disbelief.

“Say something,” she whispers.

“I need to…” I take another step back and then another. “I need to…”

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