Page 24 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
I take my time fixing my own when I have to bring the back in an upright position, then pick things up a little. I’m sure Jeff out there will know what we were up to, but I don’t want it to be in his face, more for Emily’s sake than anything.
Once I’m done, I grip the arm rest on one side and turn my body toward her.
“Are you ready to tell me what’s gotten you this upset?”
If she tells me that she is not happy about us having a baby, I am going to lose my ever loving shit. That may be a hard limit for me. I’m not sure though seeing as I’ve never been in this situation before.
Emily takes a deep breath in and continues staring straight ahead. Fuck, this can’t be good.
“You need to take me back, Puck.”
That is the last thing I thought she’d say to me. Just when I thought I couldn’t be surprised, little miss Emily Stewart managed the unthinkable.
“No.”
I don’t have to add anything else to that. There is no fucking way I am taking her back. Not until this shit with her ex and whatever the fuck else is happening with Bricks is over.
“Just no?” She finally turns her head to stare at me incredulously. “Just no?” she screams.
“You need to calm the fuck down.” I’m not sure how my voice comes out as calm as it does. “It’s not good for the baby.”
“Thebaby?”
The way she says the wordbabydoesn’t sit well with me.
“There is no baby you need to worry about, Puck,” she spits at me. “Just take me back to Steve.”
My blood starts boiling in my veins. If she dares to put that fucker’s name in the same phrase as my baby, nobody will be safe from my wrath, her included.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I finally ask her. “I tell you that I want to marry you,” I start, “that I am taking us to Vegas to get married by tonight. I am happy about you being pregnant,” I point at her. “In fact, I am ecstatic about this baby.” My voice gets louder the more I talk to her. “Having a baby with you is everything to me, Em!”
My words seem to only upset her more. She starts crying, the ugly kind of cry. She turns her head so I don’t see her face, leaving me at a loss for words.
“What the fuck is going on, babe? You don’t want this baby?”
My heart cracks right in the middle when I see her shaking her head, still refusing to meet my eyes, so I turn my head to stare ahead.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. This is one development I didn’t see coming. Here we are, on our way to our fucking wedding, and she tells me that the baby she’s carrying is not giving her the same sense of happiness and joy that it does me.
“You don’t understand, Puck,” she finally says after a while, sounding all congested from crying.
I don’t respond to that. I don’t know what to say to her. My life has been revolving around her for close to a year now. Loving her has been the greatest thing happening to me. She is the one person who’s been able to bring me peace after so many years of tumultuous storms.
“It’s really not how you’re thinking,” she tries again.
I nod as I stare at the wall ahead without actually seeing it.
“Why don’t you just tell me how it is then, Em?”
“I just found out about the baby,” she tells me.
The ice around my heart starts melting a little. Maybe she is just in shock, and things are not as dire as I am making them out to be in my head.
“I thought I was safe, I swear.”
She is telling me that like I accused her of trying to trap me with a baby.
“I understand,” I finally say, even though I don’t understand anything.
