Page 44 of Pregnancy Scandal
I just shut down, and all I could think about was piecing things together. Giselle had been back for months, she’d seen Gilly, it sounded like she was saying they slept together, and she was buying condoms on a night I wasn’t going to be with him.
What was I supposed to think?
Much as I tried not to jump to conclusions, my brain was doing hurdles over one scenario to the next, and the next.
Talking was definitely best. Talking to him. The only way to resolve anything was to talk to him. Have the conversation I definitely didn’t want to have on the phone.
I went to his place after lunch. I knew he’d be back then from training and we’d have the privacy we needed.
When I saw him, instead of the usual welcome I’d give him by skipping into his arms, I held off.
He still, however, hugged me and kissed me. I kissed him back, but part of me—the part that was holding my heart together—held back.
“Baby, what’s up with you?” he asked, cupping my face.
“Um… I just have to talk to you about something.”
He held up his finger and smiled. “I knew you were irked about something last night. Your text sounded off. It’s strange, when we were just best friends, I could tell straightaway when something was wrong with you. Now, my senses are off. Is this a delayed reaction from Bella?”
I wished it was. Bella gave birth last month to a beautiful baby boy and I was truly happy for her and Kirk. Nothing besides happiness filled me.
I no reason to be anything other than that because Gilly and I were working on our own baby.
“No…” I brought my hands together knowing this conversation could only go left. It always had whenever we talked about Giselle in the past.
It had started when I told him she wasn’t a good person. He accused me then of being jealous because he had to split his time between the two of us. Then, when I told him I didn’t like her because she was always mean to me and making some comment, he thought I was jealous because she was a model and I’d tried modelling when I was back in high school and hated it.
“What is it, baby?”
I sighed and pressed my lips together. “I saw Giselle last night,” I replied.
The instant frown on his face was what I’d expected. “What did she say to you?”
“That you guys had seen each other.”
“Yeah, I saw her a few times.”
My heart squeezed and my lungs collapsed. God, it was true.
“Gilly, she said she’s been back for months now. You never said anything.”
“Because it wasn’t important. Come on, Abby, she left, and I got over it. I’m with you now.”
“Are you? She made it sound like you two were more than just seeing each other.”
His hands dropped to his sides, and his lips parted. He shook his head and widened his eyes at me. “No, Abby, no fucking way. No. I didn’t see her like that. Nothing happened between us at all. She told me she wanted me back, and I told her no.”
I was listening, I truly was, but that part of me that guarded my heart for dear life against heartbreak was in full force.
“Why would she make it sound like you were together like that, then?”
He gave me a sharp glare. “Jesus Christ, Abby, she’s trouble. End of story. The woman is trouble and probably pissed that I told her no. That aside, I’m telling you I wasn’t with her. It should be enough. You should believe me.”
I should. I absolutely should. I just…
Didn’t know what to do right now.
“Gilly…” my voice trailed off as I looked at him. “I need …some time to think. I need to process.” Maybe that was best. Having time to process it out in my mind. Nothing good ever came from jumping to conclusions even if they seemed valid and like you weren’t jumping to conclusions.
