I turned and looked at the clock in the living room. He’d been gone for almost an hour. I held my hand up to my mouth to keep from crying.
“Scott…please come back to me. Please…please come back to me,” I whispered.
I closed my eyes and silently began crying…again.
I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been walking for. I stopped and looked out at the ocean. I closed my eyes and thought about last night. I saw the look she’d had in her eyes. She loved me, and I knew she loved me. Her eyes had looked into mine so
many times last night, and they had been filled with nothing but love.
The baby…I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby.
I thought back to everything she had said.
I didn’t know I was pregnant at the time! I would have never let me touch him if I had known, I swear on my life!
I knew she had been hurting. I knew she’d thought I had cheated on her.
Can I forget that he touched her? Can I forget that she let him touch her? I had almost done the same thing in the bar, but I’d stopped myself.
“Fuck!” I yelled out. “Why? Motherfucker! Why did this happen? Why?” I put my hands on my legs and felt like I was going to get sick. I shook my head as I stood up and took a deep breath.
I loved her more than anyone on this Earth. I’ve always loved her, and I won’t let some fucking prick, who just walked into her life, take her away from me. She had come back to me last night, and there was no way I was letting her go. Ever.
As I looked one more time out over the vast ocean, a sense of calm washed over me. I turned to walk away, and that was when I saw the prick. He was walking up and stopped when he saw me.
My first instinct was to go up and pound the fuck out of him, but I slowly ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath.
“Scott?” he asked.
I nodded.
He held out his hand. “Trey Walker.”
I just looked down at his hand.
He nodded and gave me a weak smile. “Where’s Jessie?”
“She’s not your concern. She’s mine, and so is the baby she’s carrying.” I balled up my fists and took a deep, slow breath.
He made a face, and his smile faded. “Alright. But just know that I was here for her when she needed a friend, and that’s what I was to her. I helped her for a little while, and she did the same thing for me.”
I let out a gruff laugh. “Yeah, you sure were a friend to her, weren’t you? Don’t know many people who suck on their friends’ nipples and finger-fuck them, dude.”
He looked shocked for a brief second. “She told you?”
“Yes, she told me, you fucker. That’s one of the things about our relationship—we’re honest with each other.”
He laughed. “Well, she certainly didn’t think you were honest when she thought you were fucking your ex…dude.”
Little motherfucker must want me to pound him in the ground.
“It might have taken her longer than I would have liked, but she figured it out, didn’t she?” I said.
His smile faded as he looked down toward the sand. He slowly nodded before looking back up at me. “I love her.”
“You just met her.” I felt the anger building inside me.
“I think I’ve loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her.” He let out a smile. “I only had one problem…she didn’t love me back. All she ever told me was how she just wanted to be friends. When I finally thought I had won her heart, she shut me out and told me she loved you…that she’d always loved…you. Then, when she was trying so hard to get to you the other night…hell, it about killed me to hear her tell you she loved you when she left you that voice mail. I think I knew then and there that I never stood a chance. But that didn’t mean I was just going to walk away. Then, she found out she was pregnant. When you walked up to us standing outside, she was telling me about how she’d loved you since she could remember. She was excited about telling you about the baby. Seeing the love in her eyes as she talked about you destroyed me, but I tried to be happy for her.”