Page 18 of Interference
My eyes tear up. Of course he can’t be a shitbag frat boy who wants nothing to do with me or the baby. He has to be a kind and caring soul.
This is harder than I thought. I imagined telling him, but I didn’t imagine this response. I thought he would be angry with me. He would have every right to be. I thought maybe he would even leave.
I didn’t expect gentle acceptance.
I need to say something. I know I do, but I am at a loss for words.
He falls to his knees, coming over to where I am on the couch as he takes the glass of water from my hand, setting it on the table.
If he proposes right now, I will throat punch him.
When he takes my hand in his, he presses a kiss to the back of it.
“It’s a hard decision, and I know you said you made it, but you have time. Think about it and let me know what you decide. In the meantime, I would like to be here for you in whatever capacity you need.”
I shake my head, tears freely falling now. Of course he is, because Brett is a good man, and for some stupid reason, he chose to want to be loyal to me.
Sucking in a breath, I finally tell him what he needs to hear.
“I’m keeping it.”
I’m in shock.
Emery is pregnant.
Like she is having my kid.
There is something growing inside of her that I helped make.
This should be scaring me, but it’s not.
She is acting like this is a bad thing, but it’s the best news I have heard all day.
She’s pregnant.
“I’m keeping it.”
Those words are a balm to my soul.
When she said she decided, I was worried it wasn’t going to go my way. I know having a kid in college at our age is silly, but it feels right. It feels like a step in the right direction for me. I really hope I can convince Emery to give us a real shot and give our little bean a real family, but if not, at least I know I will love this child with all of my being. It will never feel lonely the way I do. I refuse to let it. My father taught me everything not to do to a child. I plan to figure out how to do everything right.
Children deserve the best, and that’s what I’m going to give mine. The best of me.
“Okay, so we are keeping it then. Good. That’s settled. What’s the next step? We should get married, right?” I joke.
She gives me a glare. “I’m not marrying you because you knocked me up.”
Damn. I knew that was going to be her answer, but I was hoping I was wrong.
“Of course not. It’s because you can’t stand being away from my charm. I swear you said something like that. Didn’t you?”
She groans. “I am going to regret this.”
I lose all my joking. “No. You won’t. I will be there every step of the way. You won’t go through this alone. I promise.”
She gives me a soft smile. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
I nod. “I understand why you are mad at me too. I was careless, I guess. However it happened, I am sorry. I know this wasn’t in your plans and probably fucks up a lot of shit for you,but I’m not sorry we are having a baby. I am only sorry that it happened without you wanting it.”
