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together and deceptively calm. The tick in his jaw was the only evidence of his anger. His usual cold

eyes never left mine as he smoothly popped open his suit jacket and slid into the seat across from me.

His face remained a neutral mask of arrogance until his gaze slid from my face to my round belly. His

eyes went from ice cold to artic.

Jesus be a fence. My pregnancy was why I’d hoped he’d find me later than sooner. It had taken

two missed periods and a week of throwing up for me to realize that I might be pregnant. I’d brought a

pregnancy test, and when they both came back positive, I bought ten more. When they all came back

positive, my crazy had kicked in and I ended up sprawled out on my bathroom floor. I cried for an

hour then I laughed for another. Then I came to the conclusion that I had obviously committed some

horrible, unforgivable sin in a past life, and Adam was my penance for it.

Even after the test, I held onto hope that I wasn’t truly pregnant until I went to the doctor. The

doctor, a blood test and an ultrasound confirmed I was pregnant. It had been the worst day of my life.

What the heck was I going to do with a baby? A crazy man’s baby at that? I thought about getting an

abortion, but just the thought of killing my baby didn’t sit right with me.

I pushed all the questions and what ifs to the back of my mind. I needed to live in the reality of

it all. I was pregnant and was going to become a mother. There was nothing that would change that, so

I started acting like I was going to be a mother. I went to my doctor’s appointments, ate healthy and

took my meds. I’d figure the rest out later.

After that, I was on an emotional roller coaster. Some days were good. Some days were

freaking depressing because I knew I couldn’t raise a baby by myself. I sure as hell didn’t want to be

tied to Adam for the rest of my life. Then sometimes I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to raise a child

with him, even if he was a nutjob.

I ran many scenarios through my mind. A few included Adam. I’d picture us as a family then

I’d suddenly miss him being around. Then I’d berate myself for even thinking about him. Resentment

for him crept in. If he would have left me alone, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was in. But after a

few more weeks passed, soon all of the stray emotions were replaced with feelings of excitement

about my child.

“Eve,” Adam barked my name, breaking me from my thoughts.

Startled my phone slipped from my hand and hit the table, hard. He immediately reached for it

and slid it into his jacket pocket. I ignored him and the loss of my phone. I closed my eyes and




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