“Good, I’ve been worried. I miss you like crazy. But only one more sleep apart and I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“I thought you were going to be coming back in a few days?”
“Turns out they don’t need me anymore. So I’m finishing up the project I’m on and will be back early. Why does it sound like you're disappointed?”
“I’m not,” I rush out, heart beating so fast it’s nearly painful. “I’m happy. So happy. Sorry, I’m just a little off. Went to the bakery and dropped my donuts.”
He lets out a mock gasp. “Not the donuts!”
That has me laughing. “Yeah. And they were the last ones. That's okay, I’ll get more tomorrow.”
We talk for a few more minutes, then end the call. Emmett is working for the rest of the night and getting an early morning start to finish everything before heading home in the evening.
It’s not that I don’t want him to come back, I do. I miss him like crazy.
But how the hell do I tell him that not only am I pregnant, but I found my scent matches? I was just getting used to the idea of being a mom and forcing myself to get over my anxiety about it. Now this?
Not to mention, I’m freaking the fuck out. The baby I want. I love Emmett, I want a life with him, a family. This I can accept.
Alphas were never in the cards for me. I never wanted them, and just being around them makes my skin crawl.
So why the fuck is the universe throwing these two at me? Not to mention they fucking attacked me in the alley.
Okay, so I’m the one who technically attacked them, but what did they expect?
“What do I do, what do I do, what do I fucking do?!” Groaning into my hands, I try to calm down the panic growing inside me.
Tears start to well before spilling freely.
This is all too much. I feel like my life is spiralling out of control.
This is not what I wanted, not what I had planned. Why couldn’t it stay just Emmett and me? He’s all that I wanted.
“It still can be.” I get to my feet and start pacing. “Scent matches don’t mean shit to me. Like fuck I’m going to let some random interaction define the rest of my life. I don’t know them, and I sure as fuck don’t want them. They can get in their truck and go back to wherever they came from.” I nod to myself. “They can just leave, and we can forget that any of this happened. Emmett doesn’t have to know, right?”
My gut turns at the thought of lying to him. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I rush to the bathroom. After I’m done puking, I clean myself up and do what I do best. Shove my pain and emotions down and act like nothing is happening.
I spend the day scrubbing the house from top to bottom before my shift at the club.
Throwing on a pair of low-slung jeans and a red crop top that says ‘Cowboys do it better,’ I pair them with my black boots. My hair is down and curled, and I have a full face of makeup on.
“Damn, I look good.” I smile, then take a photo to send to Emmett. He responds right away to tell me I look gorgeous and to have a good shift.
I’m almost out of the door when I pause. Chewing on my lower lip, I debate on grabbing my gun.
Just because I know how to use one doesn’t mean I like to.
When we came to Widows Peak, we all learned how to protect ourselves. Self-defense and how to handle a gun. My shot is pretty damn good, too. Still, I prefer my switchblade.
I have a fear that if someone can overpower me, they could grab the gun and use it against me.
“Fuck it.” I run up to my room and grab my handgun from the safe. I’ll keep it in the glove compartment of my car for now. Just in case.
“You okay?” Briar asks me later on that night.
“Huh?” I blink, turning my attention to her.
“You’ve been standing there with the tray of empty plates for a good minute, staring off into nothing.”
