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 make

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. At least I hope he still does. It’s a little too late to back

childhood crush would come back

you know about my crush on Deacon?”

the other women in the neighborhood. We were all guilty of ogling him. Me included. It was a happy day for

of gross. My mom crushing on the man who

my mom and Sam’s judgment, but also because I need to tell Deacon. I just hope he meant what he said about filling me

mad?” I ask. I hate it when my

don’t want you to end up a single mom like me. It’s difficult raising a child on your own and at such

Dad. He’ll help me

my god, it just hit me; if I’m pregnant, Bailey and this child are going to be siblings. The thought makes me unreasonably happy even though I

so sure he’ll help out?” my mom asks. “He already has an infant

my hands, braid

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