Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Only because you never told me why, and when you woke up, you were acting like everything was fine. Again, how was I supposed to tell you that you shouldn’t be with him because you told me you were going to end things? It was a shitty situation, and maybe I made the wrong decision by not telling you, but in the end, your heart told you, which is why you walked away.”
“He cheated on me,” she admits. “I caught him screwing a colleague of his. Walked in on them doing it again today, and it all came back to me.”
“You went to go see him?” Fuck, if she tells me she planned to give him another chance, I’ll lose my shit.
“Yeah, to tell him that I’m pregnant.” She says the words so nonchalantly that I almost don’t process them, but once I do, I stumble back.
“You’re pregnant… with Kyle’s baby?” Fuck. “You and him… after you broke up with me?” My heart feels as though it’s been ripped from my chest, thrown onto the ground, and stomped on.
“What? No!” She bridges the gap between us. “No. I’m almost seventeen weeks pregnant.”
I glance down at her belly that she’s holding and see the bump there. With the baggy clothes she’s been wearing, I couldn’t see it before, but now, it’s obvious.
“When I found out I was pregnant, I was scared and excited,” she says softly. “I wanted to tell you, but I wanted to know for sure, and then Bailey pointed out that because of my memory issues and not getting my period since I woke up in the hospital, there was a chance the baby could be Kyle’s. And since I couldn’t remember the last time he and I had sex, I wanted to make sure I was pregnant and find out how far along before I told you…”
Her words trail off, but I can finish her sentence. Before she told me Kyle’s the dad… Fuck, this sucks, and it also explains why she broke up with me.
“Kendall…” I pull her onto the couch and take her hand in mine. “Did you break up with me to be with Kyle because he’s the dad?” She, of all people, knows that just because you have someone’s baby doesn’t mean you should be with them. Look at her mom and her sperm donor.
“No,” she breathes. “I…” She swallows thickly and averts her gaze. “I broke up with you because I didn’t want you to have to raise someone else’s babies.”
“What?” I heard what she said, but what the fuck. “Are you being serious right now? You didn’t think I could love your ba—wait, did you say babies? As in more than one?”
She nods, and a smile lights up her face. “I’m pregnant with twins.”
My eyes go to her slightly swollen belly. “Wow, twins? There are two of them in there?”
“Yeah.” She laughs, and the melodic sound has me wanting to pull her into my arms. “You should’ve seen me when I found out.”
My heart sinks. “I wish I could’ve been there.” We’re both silent for a beat before I continue saying what I had started to say a moment ago. “Did you break up with me because you didn’t think I could love someone else’s babies?”
She shakes her head, and tears fill her eyes. “No, I knew you could, but I didn’t want to put you in that position.”
“So, instead of coming to me and telling me you were pregnant, you decided for me?” The more I think about this, the more fired up I get. I understand Kendall has her issues, but to make decisions for me isn’t okay. “Don’t you think you should’ve asked me? Like ‘Hey, Dec, I found out I’m pregnant, and it’s not your baby. How do you feel about that?’”
Kendall’s face falls. “I know. I messed up big time, but the thing is, based on the date of conception, there’s a chance you could be the dad.”
Wait, what? It takes me a second to wrap my head around what she said. I could be the dad…because we had sex during the time the babies were conceived. Holy shit.
“That’s why you’re here? Because you remembered our time together, and now there’s a possibility I could be the dad?”
“No.” She shakes her head, and tears fall down her cheeks. “Dammit, Dec. I suck at all of this. I’m sorry. I’m just all over the place. I thought I was doing the right thing. I love you so much, and I didn’t want you to be stuck—”
“Stop saying that,” I bark. “Stop thinking for me. Does your dad feel stuck? No. Does Camden feel stuck? Hell no. I get you have your insecurities, but instead of trusting how much I love you, you not only pushed me away but you also broke up with me. Had you not remembered what happened, you never would’ve come back here.” I wait for her to disagree, and when she doesn’t, I let out a frustrated sigh.