He nods, understanding. “Well, now’s the time to finally do it.”
I nod, too, in agreement. “You think it’s too late?”
“No,” he says slowly. “But, I think it’s going to take more than words to convince her. You need to prove it to her. You need to show her that she and the baby are your number one priority. I know it sucks that you have to choose, Noah, but–”
“There’s no choice,” I cut him off. “There never was.”
“Good. Then you need to make that unequivocally clear to her.”
“I will,” I say decisively, as an idea occurs to me. “I will.”
Lucy’s smiling face and the future Iknowwe’re meant to have has haunted my dreams these last few weeks. It’s time to make that future a reality. It’s time to get my girl back.
I glance down at my burger and fries, barely touched and likely gone cold.
It doesn’t matter.
I know what I need to do.
First, I need to break up with my parents, once and for all.
And then … then I need to show Lucy–and everyone else in this damn town–that I’m all in.
???
Rrrring. Riiing.
“Hello? Kim Kennedy here, Llyn Lakes Lifestyle Realty.”
“Kim? It’s Noah Gardner.”
“Noah! Hey doll, this is a surprise. How can I help you?”
“I, uhh, I need a favor. Do you happen to know an agent named James Faraday?”
“Sure do. He joined our brokerage about a year ago. Real estate is a pretty small circle in this town.”
“Good. Great. I’m calling about a property he had on the market back in the fall …”
???
Aidan:She really drinks pickle juice?!
Noah:It’s an electrolyte thing, apparently.
CHAPTER 24
LUCY
Thirty-seven Weeks
Ibroke down and let Noah attend the last two doctor’s appointments. At this stage we’re into weekly visits and it felt mean to continue to exclude him after so much time. I’m not really sure where we stand though.
Things have been decidedly strained.
I’ve stopped going to the birthing classes because I just couldn’t bring myself to sit beside him for a whole hour while surrounded by happy and excited couples in love. We’ve texted a bit but I’ve continued to keep him at arm’s length, still not really ready to talk about our fight or even sure about what I want anymore. I’m still so mad at him. And myself too, for letting things go as far as they have.
For letting myself fall in love with him.
