I crack the window. It’s far too stuffy in here with us breathing the same air.

“I hate this song,” she says and turns off the radio, leaving us in awkward silence.

Her hand is draped over the steering wheel, her mouth a hard set.

“Who’s the father?” she blurts out.

I lean my head against the window, trying not to get sick. The last thing I want to tell her is who the father is. It won’t take her long to figure out seeing as I have no friends and the only place I ever want to be is next door.

“Is it Deacon?” she finally asks.

As much as I want to, it’s too late to deny it. She’ll find out eventually. I just wanted him to be the first to know.

I nod.

supposed to watch his kid. Not

know,” I say. “I’m sorry.” But I’m not actually sorry. I knew what I was getting myself into when Deacon and I hadn’t used protection, and he knew too. This wasn’t an accident like when my mom got pregnant with me. I want this. So does Deacon.

afraid your childhood crush would come back to haunt

did you know about my crush on Deacon?” I

outside to watch him whenever he was around—not that you were any different than the other women in the neighborhood. We were all guilty of ogling

of gross. My mom crushing on the man who is now potentially

also because I need to tell Deacon. I just hope he meant what he said about filling me with his seed and watching my stomach grow. If he was

ask. I hate it when my mom is

single mom like me. It’s difficult raising a

He’ll

The thought makes me unreasonably happy even though I

my mom asks. “He already has an infant to take

my hands, braid my

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