Page 65 of Tempt Me
Remembering my pregnancy knocks me back slightly, but I recover quickly. One thing is for damn sure: I'm not fessing up to being knocked up.
I will be delicately placed into a bubble and kept away from everyone and everything. No, the best thing to do now is to carry on as normal until this shiz settles down.
Taking a deep breath, I give him a nod. "Okay, you take the couch."
"Hmm." It's almost as if he doesn't believe me as he closes the bedroom door behind him with a click before I even have time to blink, and he takes off down the hallway,
It's probably for the best that this is the way it ends between us.
Glaring around the sparse room brings back memories of the motel where Isaac and I made our baby.
Our baby.
I wonder if it will ever beoursor if it will be mine.
A soft tap on the door, before it opens reveals my mom. "You okay, hunny?" she asks, sticking her head into the room.
"Yeah, I'll live."
"Not funny."
"Well, if we don't laugh, we'll cry, no? Isn't that what Nana Ellie always says?"
She smiles. "Yes, that's true. You're safe, you know that? Your dad and I will never let anything happen to you."
"I know." This has to be about what she told me earlier, but I won't press her.
"Be careful, Rue," she murmurs after giving me a steady glare. "The chemistry between you two is obvious."
"Who, Apple-man?" I scoff.
"Mm. Your father is not blind, but he is preoccupied right now."
Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. "And so what if I decide to be with him? What's Dad going to do? Kill him?"
"It's not so much your father but his orders."
Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. My blood races ice-cold in my veins. "I see."
"Do you?" Her quiet question is urgent.
"Yeah. You don't have to worry. It's all good."
She nods and smiles sadly. "He is a good man, and you would be lucky to have him, but he isn't your Nana's choice, and Eleanor always gets what she wants."
"Yeah," I say again, knowing it's futile. This goes so much higher than my parents. Even if Dad decided to support us, we would still stand no chance of being together.
As Mom leaves and closes the door softly behind her, I wonder what Nana Ellie is going to say about the bun in my oven.
Something tells me shit hitting the fan is putting it mildly.
Chapter35
Isaac
Sitting outside on the porch in a rickety chair, listening to the waves crashing to shore and the crickets chirping, along with other night creepy crawlies, I chuck Bessie into a bucket of bleach and hot water. The blood stains the water, turning it a murky red, and I sit back, resting my head on the chair.
"It's late."
