She takes a long breath through her pursed lips. “Seems you’re great with numbers.” Is she seriously attempting to make a joke right now?
“You had nine months to tell me, yet here I am afteraccidentallydiscovering that you’re pregnant.” I’m livid I think, which is why my eyes narrow in on her, and she looks kind of uncomfortable, but I believe that I have a little right to feel this way.
“First off, it’s not nine months, we still have nearly a month to go.”
“Cute.” I flash her a contrite smile.
“I-I tried to tell you… a few times.”
“So, what? You were going to wait until I saw you carrying a baby? Invite me to their high school graduation and be like, by the way, you’re a dad? Were you ever going to tell me?” My voice raises slightly.
Her eyes hood closed then open, with fresh tears, and the vision of her right now has me torn, because I’m angry, but she’s the woman sitting on a hospital bed.
“No, I was going to tell you… eventually.”
I scoff a sound and bring my hand to my forehead to check that I’m still alive. “When? When did you try to tell me?” I want answers.
“First when I phoned you and the crazy girl answered.” Shit. “Again, at Christmas when you were here for the game.”
“You wanted to let me fuck you and not even tell me that you were pregnant?” I’m astonished.
“I didn’t let you screw me, thank you very much,” she defends.
My hands slowly clap together. “Let’s give you an award for having a conscience.” I’m being cynical. “That only lasted so long,” I snipe.
“I freaked out because you said you didn’t like kids and you didn’t see yourself wanting kids anytime soon,” she adds.
I shake my head. “I did say that, but it doesn’t mean you had a right to withhold this critical information.”
“You have a choice to walk away if you want, I know that. I tried again to tell you when I came to your place, but you were so visibly not ready to hear the news. It felt like it was the last thing that I should say.”
Again, looking back, I had an inkling there was something more at the time, but I was too frustrated in my life to press her for what it may have been.
“Instead, you didn’t. You let us have sex while you harbored a secret.” Unbelievable. I didn’t want to think less of Isla, but right now, she has crossed a major line by keeping this big of a secret. “Seriously? This is a shitty thing to do. The last thing that I would expect from you.” Then another fact dawns on me, and I rub my temples. “Wait, how the hell did I not see you were pregnant when we had sex?”
She lifts a shoulder up to her ear. “I didn’t really start to show until more than halfway. I mean, I had a little bump, but I wasn’t wearing the right outfit to make it obvious.” She lifts a finger indicating for me to wait. “And to be fair, our position of choice didn’t exactly get me naked, nor could you notice my belly.”
“No, instead you let your bigger boobs entice me into ramming my dick up inside of you.” It scrapes out of my mouth.
Her own mouth gapes open from my harsh words.
“Incredible, you’re focusing on our ability to fuck between a seat and steering wheel when you should be focusing on other aspects. I mean, really? We had sex, a few good conversations, that doesn’t mean you know me inside out,” she refutes.
We’ve had a connection from moment one when we met, which raises the scale of my disappointment.
My face falls to my hands because we may go in circles right now.
“I need to process this,” I admit. Then it dawns on me that she is in a freaking hospital. “Wait, why are you here?”
She chortles to herself. “I thought something was wrong. Turns out I was a little dramatic, and it was just eating the wrong thing and had Braxton Hicks contractions, which is like my body practicing for the big day. The baby was kicking more than normal too.”
“Baby? You don’t know…”
“If it’s a boy or girl?”
Why am I asking as though I’m already invested? I haven’t figured out my feelings.
The line of her mouth slants to the side. “No. I didn’t want to find out.”
