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PROLOGUE

Atiana

Seven Years Ago

Leaning back against the bench in the bathroom of the club I work in, I stare down at the pregnancy test, my fingers trembling. Hunter and I are having a baby—a baby we did not plan for and most definitely can’t afford. It looks like his pull-out method in the heat of the moment has finally caught up with us.

I don’t know how he’s going to take it.

No, that’s a lie.

I do know.

He’s going to hate it.

He’s never wanted kids, at least not now.

The timing isn’t great, but I know deep in my soul that I want this baby. And if he wants nothing to do with us, then I guess I’m going to have to do it alone.

The thought of being without Hunter has tears pooling in my eyes.

Yeah, he’s wild.

But I love him.

He’s my first boyfriend, and the one I lost my virginity to.

I was his first as well.

We’ve grown together, and slowly we’re going to build the life we’ve dreamed of. Hunter wants to join the military, and I want to become an art teacher.

We can do both of those with a baby, right?

We will make it work.

We always make it work.

I know that we’re young, but Hunter and I will last forever. He’s my person. I’ve been in love with him since the moment I laid eyes on him at school, and can’t see myself with anyone else.

He’s my soulmate.

And everything is going to be okay.

After telling my boss I need to head home early because I’m not feeling well, I park my car in front of our little two-bedroom, one-bathroom house and unlock the front door. Music plays from the living room, and I follow the sound.

He’s going to get a surprise, and it’s not that I’m home early.

“Hunter—”

His head snaps to me, and he pushes my cousin, Gina, off his lap.

She’s only wearing a bra and a short skirt.

Hunter is bare-chested, in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants—the ones I always joke about being too slutty for him to wear in public.

The test in my pocket turns to lead, burning a hole straight through.

“Atiana, this isn’t what it looks like,” he says, taking a step closer to me. His brows are furrowed, and his beautiful violet eyes flicker with panic.