No, no, no!He couldn't do. If he did, then he'd know, and he wouldn't go back.
As much as I wanted him here, there was no harm in letting him finish the internship.
"No, Alex." I answered much too fast.
"Why not?" I heard the hurt in his voice. I was just making things so much worse.
"Because I have orientation and there are some functions on campus I want to go to." I lied.
"Oh, okay," he said regretfully.
"And it would be too hard to say goodbye to you again." I rubbed my stomach.
"When you come back, I want you to stay."
"Me too, beautiful," he whispered. "Will you be home later?"
"Yeah, I'm staying in and getting some things done around the house."
"Can I call you tonight?"
"I'd like that." I smiled.
"Have a good day, babe."
I closed my eyes and held back a sob. I hated being so hormonal. "You too," I quickly said before hanging up. I couldn't risk saying anything else.
How ridiculous is this?Alex thought I’d given up on him. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? He had this reputation of being with almost every girl in town and God knew who else at Yale. By the time I met him, he could have had his pick of any gorgeous girl he wanted; he’d even dated Miss California or something like that for a month. But for some odd reason, he chose me. He came home that day and found me in his kitchen, and as far as I knew, he didn't see anyone else but me the whole four months he was home from school. I knew how crazy that was for him.
He’d changed his whole way of life for me. He was patient with me, took his time, and made me feel special. He’d never actually told me he loved me, but he cared for me. The relationship Alex had built with me was more genuine than any other he’d had with any other girl. A few months ago, I wouldn't have been confident enough to think that way, but Evan had assured me of that, and the reason Julia hated me so much was because I had what she wanted. And now I was breaking his heart. For the first time in his life, he put it all out there, and, in his mind, he thought I was the one who was going to be unfaithful. The distance I was putting between us was killing us both, but I could only hope when he came back he’d understand what I was trying to do for him. What I was trying to do for the three of us.
Chapter Thirteen
I walked out of the women's center and stood in the entryway for a few minutes.
I'd gotten to hear our baby's heartbeat. The doctor said it was strong, and our little one was healthy and doing just fine. I was thirteen weeks pregnant and everything with the baby was progressing as it should. All of my test results had come back normal, and I got to schedule an ultrasound to see him or her. In four weeks, they'd be able to determine the sex of my little miracle. Unfortunately, that would only bring us to the end of September, and Alex wouldn't be home. He wouldn't know his baby existed. The doctor said that while I should schedule the ultrasound, I didn't have to find out the sex. I hadn't decided what I wanted to do about that yet. Obviously, we had never discussed the possibility of a baby, so I had no idea if he would want to know what we were having. I still had a few weeks to make that decision.
I was so lost in thought I didn't see Jack approach as he stepped off the elevator.
"Jocelyn."
Oh, no! What is he doing here?
I'd purposely picked a facility in a neighboring town, so I could reduce the odds of bumping into anyone I knew or who might know Max. But the main reason I picked this practice was so Jack couldn't find out. It wasn't affiliated with his hospital.
"Jocelyn," he said again and smiled, and his beautiful green eyes reminded me of Alex. It amazed me how much they resembled one another.
I zipped up my hoodie, making sure my tiny bump was concealed, even though it was still too small for anyone other than me to notice.
"Hey, Dr. Jordan. How are you?"
"Jocelyn," he said. "Why is it that my wife is Sarah and I'm Dr. Jordan?"
"Sorry." I looked down at my feet.
"Are you okay?" He glanced at the door I had just walked out of.
"I'm fine," I said. "Just a check-up."
