Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“We can do this. I want to do this.”
“I can’t lie, Jackson. You of all people know that. It would change me. Us. I’m not made to be that person.”
“All that matters is we’ll be together as a family. Nobody has to know. Not even the baby.”
“Jesus, Jackson. You’re askin’ a whole lot of me right now. I’m still mad at you about Shiloh. I haven’t even worked through that yet.”
“So be mad at me. Nothing new.”
“I just...” She shook her head. “I need to think. I can barely see straight.”
“Have you been resting?”
“When I’m not throwing up. I don’t know why they call it morning sickness when it lasts all day.”
Her stomach grumbled.
“Our baby wants some food.”
“Jackson—”
“Just let me fuckin’ feed you.”
“I can’t keep anything down.”
“Come on.” I grabbed her hand, lifting her up with me. “I know what you want.”
To my surprise, she let me take her. I drove us to her favorite diner to eat at when we were growing up. Ordering her two grilled cheese sandwiches with extra cheese.
We didn’t talk.
We didn’t need to.
There was nothing left to say.
“Here,” I stated, handing her a new iPhone.
“Oh my God.”
“You need a phone, and you haven’t replaced your old one. I would know, I’ve been calling you every day.”
“You’re going to make me cry in my grilled cheese.”
Reaching for her new cellphone, she turned it on. Syncing it with her old one and setting it back on the table.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“If you don’t come back in five minutes, I’m coming in there.”
“What if I’m throwin’ up?”
“Then, baby girl, I’ll hold your hair back.”
She rolled her eyes, hiding back a smile.
When I made sure she was gone, I went through her contacts. Hoping like fuck I’d find what I wanted.
I did.
Placing it back where she left it, I waited for her to return. Counting down the seconds, prepared to go in after her. She didn’t take long.
“The baby likes the grilled cheeses. Thank you, Jackson.”
“All I’ve ever wanted is to see you smile.”
“I find that hard to believe, considering how many scars I have on my body ’cuz of you.”
I shrugged. “Had to leave my mark on you at an early age.”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me. You remember that time you squirted me with the water gun you peed in.”
“Just marking my territory. Considering how many times you’ve squirted on me in the last two and a half years, I’ll call it even.”
She giggled, and it was still the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Once she was finished, I paid the bill and drove her home to her parents. Hating that our time was over, however eager to get going.
I had a long drive ahead of me.
“Jackson, I haven’t told my parents. The only people who know I’m pregnant are Shiloh and Cash.”
“It’s not the right time.”
“It’s never going to be the right time. My daddy is gonna be so disappointed in me.”
“He’ll get over it. He loves you. He’ll love our baby too.”
“You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Does that sound like something I would do?”
Ignoring my question, she opened the door and stepped out of my truck.
“This is far from over, Harley.”
“It is for now. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
I watched her leave, making sure she was safe inside before I drove away. Pulling into the gas station, I filled up my tank and grabbed a Monster. Ready to get on my way.
Almost ten hours later, I was pounding on the motherfucker’s door.
It was barely open when I slammed it against the wall. Barging into his face.
“Been expectin’ you,” he spoke. “I’m surprised it took this lon—”
My fist collided with his pretty boy fuckin’ face, causing his head to whoosh back from the unexpected blow, and taking half of his body with him.
He stumbled, shaking it off.
“This how it’s gonna be?” he asked, spitting blood onto the ground.
“Hell yeah, it’s go-time, motherfucker. I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment.” I charged him, ramming my body into his torso, taking him to the ground.
Except, he didn’t fight back, nor did he stop me. Which only made it easier to do what I came here for. To lay this son of a bitch out, once and for all.
“You piece of shit!” I hit him. “You fucked her!” I hit him again. “You knocked her up!” I hit him twice more. “And then you have the fuckin’ balls to tell her to get rid of it!” I hit him three more times. Face. Stomach. Ribs. “That you want no part in it! Fuck you, pussy boy! That’s my baby inside of her! Not yours, you son of a bitch. She’ll be raising it with me! Not alone how you want it!” I hit his ribs and face one more time. “If you ever come home, or near her and my baby again, I will fuckin’ destroy you with my bare hands! Do you understand me?!” One last hit to his stomach.