“Baby, I’m not going to go anywhere.” Pixie’s voice called through the door, and she didn’t want to hear him right now. She was so angry.
“You broke the condoms on purpose, or you just forgot them.”
“I wanted you. I didn’t think about anything else but you.”
“You think this is supposed to be romantic?” she asked.
“I love you, I want you. No one else. I wasn’t really thinking about anything else.”
“A baby is a living breathing person, Pixie. It’s not something you put in a box or push to one side thinking ‘oops, I made a mistake’.” Opening the bathroom door, she glared at him. “I had a right to make a decision on children.”
“You love me.”
“And that is what makes this hurt so much. I love you, Pixie, and instead of trusting in me, in us, you set about making sure I didn’t have a choice.”
“I’m sorry.”
She squeezed her hands into fists, and growled. “I don’t want to hear it. There I’ve said it. Your sorry, your apologies is not going to make everything better. It’s only going to make everything worse.”
The alarm went off, and she went to the sink where she’d put the test. Her entire world spun on its axis, and turned right over.
Pregnant.
She was pregnant with Pixie’s child.
“Get out!”
“Baby.”
“Get out. Get out.”
“We need to talk about this.”
“Right now I want to kill you. I don’t want to talk about this. I want you to get out. I want you to leave.” She threw the test at him, and she was surprised that he caught it. “Get out. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Suzy, I love you.”
She paused. “Then you should have thought about that before you decided to take our future into your own hands.”
Pushing him out of the apartment, she slammed the door closed, and then slid down it. What the hell was she going to do? Her hands were shaking with the rage at what he’d done. She hadn’t been lying this morning when she told him she loved him. She did love him, loved him so much.
Tears spilled from her eyes, rushing down her cheeks, and spilling into her lap.
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She loved him so completely, and yet he hadn’t had any faith in her, in this.
Time passed, and she finally got onto the sofa. Fluffy came to curl up against her. He’d stayed well away from their fighting. Chloe finally arrived, and once she removed her jacket, she was there, on the sofa.
“I’ve heard,” Chloe said.
“I bet everyone heard. They heard what an idiot I’ve been.”
“No. Pixie, he told everyone what he did. The club, they’re disappointed in him. He wanted them to know that he’d fucked up, and that he was going to do whatever it took to make things right.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Suzy said.
“Why?”