Page 5 of Pregnancy Scandal
Jesus Christ…
She was going to be the fucking death of me.
I knew it now. I knew it. Abby was going to be the death of me.
All I could do was stare after her as she walked away. These days, that silver hair of hers always seemed to look more striking when she was mad at me, which seemed to be happening more often than not recently.
When her hair had been brown, I never noticed, then she’d had it dyed that color just before Christmas when she started to go all weird on me. While I thought the color looked fantastic on her, I was definitely not impressed with her, her attitude and this bout of craziness that seemed to be ongoing and everchanging on a weekly basis.
I was pretty certain this new crazy idea had given me another gray hair. Every week I found a new one, and it was because of her and her crazy ass.
I swear to God Abby was the weirdest girl I’d ever met in my life, and it seemed to me that I was destined to find my end because of her.
I stood up and left a twenty-dollar tip on the table for the glass of tap water I’d had and left, frustrated.
Anyone else who’d just won the Super Bowl would have been walking on a cloud. Not me. Right before the game, I’d been on edge.
I’d been on edge since the moment Abby made this change in her life and started searching for Mr. Right. That was a little over six months now.
Suddenly, something had unlocked in me when I realized what she was doing. Something unlocked and reminded me that once upon a time, there were a few instances when I thought we could be more than friends.
The last six months of her going on her weekly dates had me on edge. When she was just messing around for fun, it didn’t bother me. Then she started talking about finding this perfect guy who would give her everything she wanted. Now, there was this shit today.
A baby.
Hearing that was enough for me to lose my head, and I wished I could say it was just Abby who had gotten to me.
Right now, it felt like every single thing.
The training schedule, the intense hard-as-fuck football season, the Super Bowl, and thank you, universe, there was also that text on New Year’s Day from my ex.
My ex-girlfriend, Giselle, who’d crushed me when she left my ass three years ago. She was someone I never thought I’d hear from again because it was clear that when we broke up, she was done with me.
I never texted her back on New Year’s Day. In fact, I brushed it under the rug as a possibly drunken mistake because she hadn’t kept in touch over the years, so why would she have suddenly messaged me?
Then I got another text this morning.
It was Giselle congratulating me and letting me know she was back. When we were dating, she was a Victoria’s Secret model. She broke up with me when she got signed to Chanel and got this opportunity to tour the world.
I was all in for a long-distance relationship, but she wanted out. I couldn’t believe that she wanted out of something I thought was good. A near two year relationship I thought was serious. But, I was a blind idiot who never actually saw her for what she truly was. Manipulative, vindictive, and the kind of woman who would chew you up and spit you out. People tried to tell me but I never listened. I just allowed myself to get lured into her, and I fell hard and fast. Never saw that I was just in a trap and she’d ditch me when the next big opportunity came around.
I didn’t realize that she had her eyes set on some other guy. Some pompous French fashion photographer she got with days after we broke up. At the time he had deeper pockets than me.
It was bad enough that I had to see her face all over the place on billboards and fashion magazines because she got really famous for a little while, but then there were pictures of her with that guy and others.
Now she was fucking back and wanted to see me.
I never even got to talk to Abby about her because of the bomb Abby dropped on me.
A baby.
Of all the ideas she could have ever come up with, why would she want a baby?
Jesus, Lord… how was I going to talk her out of this one?
Okay, I understood the why of it. It was because of Porsha and Bella. They were both pregnant. Porsha got married. Bella had plans for marriage after her baby was born, and the whole change it brought with it seemed to have snapped Abby into overdrive and on this spiral of erratic behavior that was getting to me.
I got to the stadium an hour later and grabbed a protein bar from the stash in the locker room. Coach Simpson always kept some out back just in case we needed something to eat before training.
