Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
And then, we were off to the Sons of Death’s territory, leaving the home I’d shared with Joey for the past three years behind.
Chapter Ten
Adelaide
Igagged when I woke up, vomit rising in my throat. I quickly lurched from the bed and rushed into the bathroom connected to Tristan’s room, barely making it in front of the toilet before I began to empty my stomach.
I vaguely heard Tristan call after me, concern coloring his voice. I couldn’t respond. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of the toilet, throwing up stomach acid again since I didn’t eat anything yesterday. Tristan was kneeling next to me instantly, his hand holding my hair back out of my face as his other hand caressed my back, whispering soothing words to me as I continued retching.
Afterward, I sagged against the wall in exhaustion and closed my eyes, ignoring Tristan’s worried gaze as he studied my face. I didn’t want the worry. I probably just had some kind of stomach bug. It wasn’t even something to be worried about.
“When was your last period, Addy?” Tristan gently asked me.
I opened my eyes to look at the handsome man in front of me, arching my eyebrow at him as I did so. “What kind of question is that?” I asked in confusion. What the fuck did my period have to do with anything?
“Just answer it,” he told me, frustrated.
I sighed as I thought about his question. I took a moment to do the math in my head, and my eyes flashed back open. Tears instantly welled in my eyes when I realized I was actually late.
I was very possibly pregnant.
With Joey’s baby.
And there was no question that it was his because Vin used a condom the entire time with me.
I had to look down to make sure a knife hadn’t been lodged in my heart when pain lanced through my chest.
Tristan sighed, sadness ringing in his eyes. “I thought so,” he whispered.
Tears silently slid down my cheeks in quick succession as I looked down at my flat belly—my flat belly that was probably growing Joey’s little kid.
I sobbed, my lips trembling and my shoulders shaking.
Tristan sat beside me against the wall and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. I burrowed against his chest, resisting the urge to wail. How cruel could the creator be?
“How can you not hate me right now?” I asked Tristan, my voice muffled against his muscular, bare chest.
Tristan sighed, tightening his arms around me. “I could never hate you, Addy,” he confessed. I sniffled. Could he still love me so much that he was okay with me carrying another man’s baby—another president’s baby? A rival’s baby? “Does it upset me that you’re carrying another man’s baby? Yes, of course, it does, but I can’t be angry at you. You and Joey were having sex way before I stepped back into the picture.” Still, despite his words, bitterness lingered in his voice. I knew he hated the fact that I felt so much for Joey, that I loved him so fucking much.
At the mention of Joey, my tears came harder. “I’m pregnant with his kid, and he’ll never know,” I sobbed. “I’ll never get the opportunity to see him hold his baby. He would have been a fucking fantastic dad,” I cried. Joey was a hardass, and we were toxic as fuck, but he adored kids. He was so fucking good with them.
Tristan tightened his arms around me. “He would have been ecstatic about it, Addy,” Tristan tried consoling me. “Joey would have gone above and beyond to make sure you and your baby were well and taken care of.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around Tristan’s torso as I cried harder. “What am I going to do?” I asked.
“I think you mean we,” Tristan gently corrected me. I looked up at him in confusion, my tears clouding my vision. He reached up and gently wiped some of my tears off of my cheeks before he wrapped his arm back around me. “We’re in this together, Addy baby.”
I sniffled. “You’re too damn kind for your own good,” I grumbled as I buried my face back against his chest.
Tristan let out a husky, sexy laugh that had my belly twisting with desire for him, but I tamped it back down. “I just love you, Addy.” I swallowed thickly as my heart skipped a beat. “That has never changed. If loving you means that I have to father a kid that’s not mine, then that’s what I’m going to do. I’ll love this baby as if it were my own,” he promised me.
I tightened my arms around him. Fuck… what in the hell did I ever do to deserve a man like Tristan?
Chapter Eleven
Tristan
Being extremely careful not to wake Addy up, I eased out of bed, not even breathing until my entire body was off the mattress. Now that I knew that she was pregnant, I was going to make sure she got all of the rest that she needed and that she took extremely good care of herself. All of this toxic shit that she had been doing had to come to an end. She wasn’t just thinking of herself anymore.