To where I lost him, and I’m afraid I’m never going to get him back.
“I’m not okay,” he ventures deep in his chest. “But I will be in the next thirty minutes.”
Reeve rakes his fingers through his hair, lifting his arm to do so. I noticed earlier his left arm was fully tatted, but I haven’t gotten to observe what kind of crazy shit he put there when he was fucked up.
“You can’t go back there,” I continue through my racing heart. “You can’t go back to doing lines and drinking. You’re needed here.”
Reeve hits me with an irritated glare. “Says who? I’m not looking for your approval or your guidance, Bay. Go the fuck home and stay there until one of these assholes calls for you.”
Calls for me.
A small scoff ejects from my lips, and obviouslysomeoneforgot who I was when they were on a bender.
Reeve points at me, his hazel eyes scanning down me again, and I feel uneasy under his gaze. “Is it mine?”
“No, it’s someone else’s,” I retort, defensive as fuck. “I am the South Shore slut after all.”
He eases forward, still keeping a well-kept distance between us. Plus, there’s furniture in the way, a coffee table, and a La-Z-Boy. “I’m not in the mood for your constant bullshit, so just answer the fuckin’ question.”
“Would it make a difference?”
Reeve’s ringed nostrils flare. “Guess not.”
“Good. Then the next part of what I was going to say won’t make you feel any sort of way.” His face lifts, illuminating his curiosity and my petty positions and swings with my next words. “I’m not keeping it.”
Now I’ve got him.
His whole face transforms from annoyance to downright murderous as he rounds the sectional and eats up the space between us.
I step back. “Nah,fuckyou. Don’t start telling me you’ve had a change of heartthatquickly.”
“I don’t know what kind of sick shit you think you’re playing, McQueen, but I can assure you that you’renotgetting rid of my fucking kid.”
“Yourkid? You gave up those rights an hour ago. Deadbeat dad, right? Plus, it’s not even?—”
“Say it’s not mine,” he sneers, baring his teeth at me and inching closer without any means to stop. “Say…it’s…not mine…onemore time. I fucked you raw and hard. I made sure to mark you every time I got inside that pretty pussy, and I was intent on making you mine forever.” His hazel eyes fall to my belly. “Looks like I fucking did.”
“You don’t know shit, Reeve.”
“Oh, I definitely fucking know what I did. My whole goal was knocking you up, McQueen. I was going to marry you, put a whole squad of kids in you, and then I was going to die worshipping you every moment of every single day.”
All past tense.
All broken dreams that never came to pass, except one.
And I can’t keep a child in this world the way it is right now. I yearn for a mother figure in my life, and there’s none to guide or talk this out with.
“It’s my body,mychoice.”
“It’smybody, my fucking kid,” he claims, just as shitty as me. “You scared, McQueen? You pussying out on me?”
“Like you did?” I retort back. “I didn’t know you had a weak bitch inside you, but apparently, I was wrong. The moment we had a fight,youfucked off.”
“I wouldn’t callthata fight,” Reeve leers. “More like a breakup and your loyalty being tested.”
“I did what I had to do.”
“And you chosewrong.” He lifts his shoulders. “Get over it, McQueen.”
