Page 58 of Player Misconduct
“I know I said to give us space but co-parentings going to bring us closer than ever.”
Then I remember his beautiful girlfriend, his smile, her bonding with the family.
I can’t do this to him. I can’t ruin his plans and his new life.
I know I can’t keep this from him either but I can’t tell him just yet. Not when it could destroy his new happy life.
I’ll find a way to tell him once I come up with the right thing to say, but I’ll plan to raise this baby on my own.
I can do it.
Chapter Eleven
Kendall
It’s crazy to think that I’m now three months pregnant and I’m no closer to coming up with a way to tell Aleksi about this baby without him tossing out his entire new life just to ‘do the right thing’, which I know he’ll try to do.
The comment section on Trey’s interview is finally starting to die down, and I’ve blocked my mother three times since the photos of me and Tarron went live. She only ever texts when she wants something:
So happy to see you reconciling. I always liked him.
Of course, she did because he always bought her nice gifts and gave her tickets to his games as some sort of attempt to help mend our relationship. It took him two years into our relationship for him to realize she was just a user.
You blocked my last number. I’m trying here Kenny. If he gets a new start, why don’t I?
Blocked again.
Really? Blocked again? I figured you’ve changed. I thought maybe you care how I’m doing and how I could use some help. But of course not. Still selfish ‘ol high and mighty doctor. Tarron was always too good for you.
She only finds me when there’s money in it. I hate the idea that Tarron leaked enough information that suggests I’m pregnant. She’s the last person I want to know about it. She didn’t even offer congratulations. Why would she? She always told me in a drunken fluster how having a kid was the worst decision she ever made.
Another text comes through, and I cringe before looking down.
My heart immediately mends the second I see who it is. Relief and a smile come to my cheeks.
Vivi:I’m kidnapping you.
Me:I’m working.
Peyton:Liar. Practice is over for the day.
Vivi:We’re going shopping. Baby stuff. No arguing.
Me:I don’t even have a nursery. I live in a shoebox.
Peyton:Then we’ll call it “creative spatial planning.”
Vivi:I’m a genius at small spaces. Bring your comfy shoes.
Me:I don’t need anything.
Peyton:You need sunshine and serotonin.
Vivi:And decaf lattes. I’ll see you in thirty minutes, Momma Bear
I stare at the phone a full minute before I sigh and grab my keys.
They mean well. They always do, and after everything with my mom and Tarron, somehow, they knew I needed this.
