“You’re right. Why don’t you talk to Emmett about it first? Then decide where to go from there.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “You’re right.”
We talk a little while longer, and I feel a lot better about the whole situation now that I have a game plan.
First, talk to Emmett, see how he feels. Go from there. I can do that.
When I get home from work, I’m exhausted. I pass out pretty much the moment I hit the bed, not waking until the next morning.
I head down to the kitchen to grab a donut from the box, only to remember those motherfuckers made me drop my donuts.
“Damn it,” I yell with frustrated tears. I was really looking forward to those.
I’m supposed to go in and grab new ones later today, but I don’t want to risk running into those two.
I call the bakery to see if they can deliver.
“Sorry, Lexi. It’s just me and the baker in today, so we’re not doing any deliveries. But I will have them ready for you if you can get someone to come grab them.”
“Okay, thanks.” I hang up, wanting to cry.
I’m a big girl. I can go to the bakery and get my damn donuts. No stupid Alphas are going to stop me from getting my pregnancy craving. They are no joke. I will cut a bitch.
“Fuck it,” I huff and storm upstairs. This is my town.Myfucking town. I have every right to go where I want to go.
Quickly changing out of my PJs, I put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Emmett’s hoodies, disappointed when I realize it no longer smells like him. Ugh. I really need him back home. I need a hug, a cuddle, and someone to tell me everything is going to be okay.
Now I’m depressed, so I just throw my hair in a messy bun and frown at myself in the mirror. No makeup, an indent from my pillow on my cheek, and puffy eyes from crying so much the past few days is what I see.
Who cares what I look like? I’m pregnant, cranky, and I have no one to impress.
Heading back downstairs, I grab my phone and purse before heading to my car.
The whole car ride there, my stomach is in knots. By the time I get to the bakery, I’m not even sure if I want anything to eat.
Still, I should go in and grab them so I have something to eat later when I do want them.
I look around but don’t see their black truck. My eyes flick over to the glove compartment, and I open it, seeing my gun there. I didn’t bring it into the house last night.Oops.
“Just in case,” I murmur, grabbing the gun and shoving it into the pocket of my hoodie. “I’m getting my damn donuts one way or another,” I grumble under my breath as I get out of my car. “Alphas be damned.”
Chapter 13
Aiden
Peeking through the driver's side window of the truck, I find my boyfriend still sleeping. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter. How strong was that joint?
Opening the truck door, I climb inside, slamming it shut behind me.
Sloane shoots up into a seated position, eyes wild and alert. “What’s going on?” he demands, looking around before looking at me.
I snort a laugh at the drool on his cheek. “We’re going to the bakery.”
“What?” He scrubs his face. “Fuck. My back is killing me.”
“Probably because you slept in the truck all night.” I start up the truck and pull out of the inn’s parking lot.
“What the fuck, man? Why didn’t you wake me up?” He glares at me.
