I mindlessly tsk. He’s got me more than fucked up if he thinks we’re about to pow-wow our relationship back into something it’s not anymore. “We don’t have shit to say to each other. I’m over it.”
“That’s too bad,” Cairo inserts haughtily. “You know damn well?—”
“I do. I was around a lot longer than you. I also fell the hardest.” I hit him with atry me againexpression, because I’m not about to do this.
Right here.
Right now.
It’s not happening.
“But feel free to take my spot as baby daddy or whatever it is you need to do,” I tack on. “I won’t be fulfilling my role. Consider me a deadbeat dad. I’m not claiming shit.”
Then I turn around and leave those two fucking idiots to figure it out.
THIRTY-FOUR
bay
Stayingout of the house was the plan, but Cairo was adamant about speaking with Reeve about my being pregnant.
A pregnancy that still hovers in the air like a nightmare that won’t fuck all the way off.
I can’t explain all my emotions in a few words other than I’m shocked, relieved, and pissed.
It all boils down to fear, really.
How I didn’t know if I was going to see him again and if he’d come back unharmed. It took everything in me to keep him from my mind, and that was me just going through the motions of what happened over the last weeks and how much shit has changed.
But everything has.
It’s the reality of it.
I knew I’d have to see Reeve eventually, and I knew it was going to be rough. As predicted, he’s still pissed at me. And I would say rightfully so, however, we have bigger issues to discuss that don’t include a Titan seat, Emilio, or anyone else.
Just a thing we created. I have enough respect for him to speak about it since I was forced to with Torin. Leaving Reeve out, I would think, could be a slap to the face and give the impression I don’t care.
I do care.
I care too much.
So much so I ate the turkey sandwich Cairo made me and forced myself to swallow each and every single bite. He claims things are going to be okay, but I’m having a really hard time believing that right now.
Especially since, after seeing each other for the first time, Reeve can barely be in the same room as me for longer than two minutes.
Cairo steps away for a few to take a phone call, leaving me to my own demise mentally when Reeve stomps through the family room an hour later from his first appearance, completely in his own world as he makes his way to the door.
He’s on a mission, and I have a funny feeling what that shit is.
“Where are you going?” I ask as I slide off my stool.
Reeve halts on a dime, turning his body to face me and looking so beyond himself my heart can’t help but tightly squeeze at my lost boy with a kind heart and a mellow soul. “What are you still doing here?”
Such a shitty and expected question, but I’m so past keeping my feelings in check that I’m just going to lay some of them on the line.
“I came to make sure you were okay.”
He quirks an eyebrow, instantly irritating me because it’s just like before. He’s fucking upset with me and my decision-making, which led us here.
