Page 12 of Wreckage of Us
Pregnant with another man’s baby.
I wanted to set the world on fire because I thought she was growing another man’s baby in her belly.
I wanted that baby to be mine, just like she is. Because Becca will always be mine, regardless of the fact that we’re together or not.
However, things have definitely shifted in a drastic way since running into Dr. Douche here.
Becca is pregnant. With my baby.
I am the father of her baby.
I will be a father.
Again…
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Becca
I thoughtI’d be okay with Dylan’s rejection, not only of me but of my baby as well. However, hearing the words as he looked me in the eyes was something I had not anticipated.
He left about twenty minutes ago. I collapsed on the couch as soon as the door closed behind him, and I haven’t been able to move since.
This is such bullshit, though, I realize with a start. Who does he think he is? Where is he coming from treating me like that? Calling me names?
Fuck. That.
This is the first day of the rest of my life, I decide. I have a good job, so I have to make sure I don’t lose it. It is now more important than ever. I also have some money in an emergency account I set up for me and Colt after our parents died. It came from their life insurance policies after I paid off the house. And I have the money in my college fund which I can now use for something else since the hospital is paying for my classes.
I feel better now that I have a plan. I think my headache is almost gone too now that it’s all in the open like that.
Well, maybe not all… But what would have been the point in telling Dylan this baby is his? He obviously would not have believed me anyway. With that being said, screw him and the horse he rode in on. Or however the hell the saying goes.
My eyes fall to the small envelope on the coffee table. The one Dr. Patel put a copy of the picture of the ultrasound in, with a note on the back revealing the sex of the baby.
I grab it and stare at it. Should I wait and let it be a surprise? Nah, I need to know, I tell myself. I bet it’s a girl.
I almost start ripping it open, but then another thought hits me. No, I am not going to open it now. I’m going to do it with my little brother. He’ll be happy and supportive, I am sure of it.
I somehow just made myself feel better about the entire thing. I have also decided that I will never let Dylan bulldoze his way into my life again. I didn’t know I was this weak person who’d fall at a man’s feet as soon as he looked at her. And for what? Great sex? I’ll find that later. Much later.
It’s because you’re so in love with him…
I push that thought away as soon as it makes its presence known. I need to get over this man.
Loud banging echoes from the front door at the same time that my cell phone dings with a message. I debate for a second which one to check first. Whoever is at the door sounds a lot more insistent, so I decide to go with that.
I take a deep breath before yanking the door open.
“Ugh,” I groan out loud when I find myself face to face with Dylan. Again. “Why are you still here?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he lowers himself a bit so we’re more at eye level.
Under normal circumstances, I’d invite him in. Just like I always have before. However, things have changed dramatically in the last hour of my life, he made sure of that, just in case I didn’t have enough going on without him being an ass.
“Because it was none of your business, that’s why,” I yell into his face, then attempt to slam the door shut on him. He is a lot quicker though and blocks it.
“It’s none of my business that you’re pregnant with my baby?”
