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Story: Ex's Accidental Baby
“I’m not telling you anything. You’re asking a lot of questions.”
“Am I not allowed to ask questions? We’re having a baby, for God’s sake.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Not about our past.”
“Of course, I want to ask questions about the past. You left me, Logan. You’re the reason I dropped out of college.”
We’re at a stop sign, and his head swivels to look at me. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true. You broke my heart, ruined me. I didn’t know how to get out of bed in the mornings. And now you’re saying?—”
“I'm not sayinganything. You’re just assuming.”
“Why did you break up with me?”
“Things weren’t working out.”
“Why not? Because you had another girl on the line? But your aunt, she said?—”
“Aunt Beatrice needs to mind her business."
We are stopped just a few feet from my mother’s gate, so I get out of the car, slamming the door.
He sits in the car for a long moment, but then gets out, stalking over to me.
“You can’t make a scene here. Your mother?—”
“Oh,fuckmy mother! I’m only going to get more pregnant, and we’ll have to tell everyone. Including Grayson. Or are you so upset that I won’t be your secret anymore that?—”
He steps toward me, and I don’t back up, glaring up at him.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Did I meannothingto you?” Tears fill my eyes. “You just didn’t want to be with me anymore, so you said you wanted to see other people? In reality, what, you just didn’t want me?”
“You don’t get to tell me what I want or don’t want, princess.”
“I just want a fuckingclue, Logan! You hurt me. Do you have any idea how bad you hurt me?”
“It hurt me, too.”
“Thenwhy? Why do it? Why can’t we be together now?”
He blinks. “Do you.... do you want to be together now?”
I throw up my hands. “Does it even matter?”
“Of course, it matters.” He gets closer, reaching out to touch my shoulder, but I wrench my arm away.
“Don’t touch me. You don't get to touch me until you tell me the truth.”
“I don't know what you want me to say,” he says flatly, and I want to hit him, but instead, I just buzz myself in the gate and start the walk up the driveway.
Logan doesn’t follow me.
When I jerk open the front door, my mother sits on the couch, and her eyes widen.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Am I not allowed to ask questions? We’re having a baby, for God’s sake.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Not about our past.”
“Of course, I want to ask questions about the past. You left me, Logan. You’re the reason I dropped out of college.”
We’re at a stop sign, and his head swivels to look at me. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true. You broke my heart, ruined me. I didn’t know how to get out of bed in the mornings. And now you’re saying?—”
“I'm not sayinganything. You’re just assuming.”
“Why did you break up with me?”
“Things weren’t working out.”
“Why not? Because you had another girl on the line? But your aunt, she said?—”
“Aunt Beatrice needs to mind her business."
We are stopped just a few feet from my mother’s gate, so I get out of the car, slamming the door.
He sits in the car for a long moment, but then gets out, stalking over to me.
“You can’t make a scene here. Your mother?—”
“Oh,fuckmy mother! I’m only going to get more pregnant, and we’ll have to tell everyone. Including Grayson. Or are you so upset that I won’t be your secret anymore that?—”
He steps toward me, and I don’t back up, glaring up at him.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Did I meannothingto you?” Tears fill my eyes. “You just didn’t want to be with me anymore, so you said you wanted to see other people? In reality, what, you just didn’t want me?”
“You don’t get to tell me what I want or don’t want, princess.”
“I just want a fuckingclue, Logan! You hurt me. Do you have any idea how bad you hurt me?”
“It hurt me, too.”
“Thenwhy? Why do it? Why can’t we be together now?”
He blinks. “Do you.... do you want to be together now?”
I throw up my hands. “Does it even matter?”
“Of course, it matters.” He gets closer, reaching out to touch my shoulder, but I wrench my arm away.
“Don’t touch me. You don't get to touch me until you tell me the truth.”
“I don't know what you want me to say,” he says flatly, and I want to hit him, but instead, I just buzz myself in the gate and start the walk up the driveway.
Logan doesn’t follow me.
When I jerk open the front door, my mother sits on the couch, and her eyes widen.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
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