Page 16 of Pregnancy Scandal
We did such a good job at it, and time pushed it so far to the back of beyond that I never contemplated it again.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Taylor. Everything is changing around me. Everyoneis changing, yet I’m the same. I just… really wanted this baby.” Crazy and bizarre though it was, I still wanted to do it. I still wanted to find a way. I still wanted to do it all the normal way.
Taylor gave my hands a squeeze. “You’ll find your way, Abby. Just promise me you’ll keep some form of an open mind. And give him some time. Don’t be too upset about this. Take your time.”
I nodded, and the door opened again. The photographer came back.
“Sorry, ladies, I need you guys now so everything can go to schedule,” she bubbled.
We both stood and made our way over to her. Taylor linked her arm with mine, and we walked together like we used to as children.
On the way out, I spotted Grandpa in the bar. That wasn’t actually a surprise. He never needed much of an excuse to find a drink. He always blamed it on that hot Irish blood of ours as if it really was the be all and end all explanation.
A large bottle of rum was next to him, and he was talking it up with a woman who looked half his age.
He picked up the rum and drank from it, giving me the perfect idea on how I would spend the evening.
As soon as my wedding duties were finished, I’d grab a drink too and forget this week.
I just wanted to forget and start over.
Chapter 6
Gilly
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Forget…
I tried to with the few bottles of beer I had before getting to the wedding.
I got here late, as late as I could because I wanted to avoid any awkwardness with Abby.
I got in just as the last few people were being seated. I didn’t even sit where I was supposed to, which was right at the front with my mother and father. I was pretty sure I’d get a bitching about that later.
I’d basically been at home since the last time Abby and I spoke. I worked out and went running around the park nearby. Nothing more.
I’d spent the time contemplating and yes… feeling bad. Feeling bad about what she’d said and that I left that night and didn’t go after her.
It was a big compliment knowing I was the best guy she knew, but the other stuff she said was the part I had to deal with.
Because I didn’t know what to say when next I saw her, I took the coward’s way out and limited contact. The result of that was drinking.
Four bottles of beer today already, and I planned to get wasted tonight.
The wedding was beautiful. Taylor and Dylan couldn’t have made a better couple, and I loved that they looked happy.
I saw the look on Abby’s face when she gazed into the crowd of people in the congregation and didn’t see me. It was a crestfallen look, and she probably thought I wasn’t here.
We didn’t actually see each other until the dinner, and I didn’t miss the fury on her face when a gorgeous redhead decided to park herself next to me.
Or the look of rage like she’d breathe fire when a leggy blonde asked me to dance at the reception. Abby looked like she was on her way over, then she made a U-turn as I moved onto the dance floor with the blonde.
What she didn’t know was that for the whole night, no matter who I was with, my eyes were on her.
Her looking like she just stepped out of a dream in her salmon-pink bridesmaid dress. Then her in a skin-hugging bodycon at the reception. The dress had a slit up the side that gave every man under the age of forty who was single and looking at her a great visual of her bronze legs.
And fuck, if you didn’t get enough of the visual of her legs, you got breasts with deep cleavage too.
