I stay quiet, glaring at him.
"Don't look at me like that," he says.
I look away, taking deep breaths.
He takes his finger and turns my chin so I can't avoid him. "I'll win it all back, Willow. I promise."
I don't say anything.
He adds, "But you understand why I have to go to Tennessee, right?"
Reality hits me. If he stays in Texas and has to start over, it'll take forever for him to earn what he could in Tennessee. So I say, "I have my savings. I'm sure it'll be enough for a down payment and maybe six months' worth of rent. You'll have some money to cover us after you win a few times, and I can get a job."
He scoffs. "You have college in the fall."
My pulse pounds between my ears. "I'll try to transfer somewhere out there."
He scrubs his hands over his face. "You had to apply last year. I'm sure the universities already have their freshman solidified for the fall."
"Then I'll take a year off. I can start next year," I suggest.
"No way."
"Why not?"
He groans. "Willow. You can't take off for a year. Besides, the only way I'm allowed on the team is if I live in the bunkhouse. Jax already told me the stipulations," he announces.
I cry out, "What if I'm pregnant?"
A fresh wave of tension detonates between us, sharp and undeniable.
"Wyatt!" I cry, my voice cracking.
He tugs me into him, murmuring into my hair, "Let's find out the situation before we freak out."
I pull back so he can't avoid me. "But what if I am? You'll still go?"
"I-I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
He shakes his head. "Willow, babies cost money."
"Really? I didn't know that," I bite out sarcastically.
"Well, I'm going to need to make money quickly," he points out.
Scared, I take several breaths, and ask, "So when would you be back?"
He stares at me, jaw ticking.
I barely get out, "You'd never come back?"
"No! Of course not! Don't say crazy things that aren't true!"
I relax a little, but it's short-lived.
Anger darkens his features. "You think I wouldn't take care of our baby?"
