Page 91 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
I go back into Puck’s always welcoming arms.
“You’re okay, babe,” he whispers to me again. “Focus on the baby.”
The mention of the baby snaps me out of my stupor regarding Steve and Kenneth Adams.
“Puck,” I whisper. “I need to tell you something about the baby. It’s important.”
The anger in Puck’s eyes is real. He takes me by the hand and marches us away from everyone, looking around until he finds a spot where we can talk in private.
“Emily,” he barks at me. “I have no idea how many more times I need to tell you that this baby is mine no matter what. “I don’t give a fuck who the sperm donor is. I will never care, no matter what. I swear it on my life.”
He makes his hand into a fist and hits it against his chest with enough force for me to worry that he is going to hurt himself.
“Puck,” I try again when I see he’s not even giving me the opportunity to speak. “You need to listen to me.”
“No.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the wall behind me. I smile when it reminds me of the time when he took us to Las Vegas to get married. Every time I tried to talk to him about this, that’s all he said. No.
“Puck,” I raise my voice an octave. “I will make you listen to me even if it is the last thing I do.”
“Woman,” he growls.
“Just…”
“No!”
“He is yours,” I scream over the noise in my head. I am angry with him now because he refuses to listen to me, and my blood is pumping hard.
The look of shock in Puck’s eyes is making me laugh, but I don’t want him to see how endearing I find everything about him.
“The baby has always been mine,” he whispers.
“He is yours in every sense of the way, Puck,” I explain. “Including biologically.”
He is finally at a loss for words, just stares into my eyes, unsure of what to say.
“How do you know?”
I take a deep breath in, preparing to get this out of the way as fast as I possibly can.
“Before Kenny…” I pause and swallow around the lump in my throat before trying again. “Steve admitted to never having done anything to me, not like that. He said he couldn’t get it up because I was grossing him out.”
I can’t look at him when I tell him that part. My eyes are filled with tears, and all my self doubts are back in full force. Why would Puck be with someone like me when he could have someone like Morgan, for example.
“Babe.”
Puck pulls me into his arms and drops his head over mine. His body is shaking, adrenaline completely taking over.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers, his voice sounding like he is crying as well. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. I would not trade you for anyone or anything. You are my everything.”
“Puck.”
I am grasping at his shirt, not wanting to ever let go of him.
I hope he will never let go of me either.
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