Page 108 of Trapped With You

I found out I was five weeks pregnant.

With my boyfriend’s baby.

At eighteen going on nineteen.

To say the news shocked the living daylights out of me would be an understatement.

I was still wrapping my head around it.

My periods were late this month and I’d been experiencingsome mild spotting, fatigue, random food cravings, and a bit of vomiting for a handful of days. In the beginning, I told myself it was just a bug. But then a few hours ago, I forced myself to go to the pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test.

When two pink lines popped up on the stick, the only thoughts swimming in my mind as I stared at my reflection in my bathroom mirror were:oh my God, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant andpapáandmamáare going to have a heart attack and possibly—figuratively—kill me for getting pregnant outside of wedlock.

After inhaling some calming breaths and reassuring myself that everything would be okay, happiness began to pierce the veil of my shock.

Oh my God, Ella. You’re going to be a mom. Cade’s going to be a dad. You’re going to be a family. Just like you always wanted.

One thing was for certain: I was not getting rid of this baby.

I wanted to keep it.

While I was extremely happy, I was also nervous. Being a mom was one of my dreams, but something I’d hoped for later in life. Not before I even had the chance to complete university or start a career. Shit, Cade hadn’t planned on being a dad so young either. But we weren’t careful on prom night and now had to deal with the outcome.

Montardor’s high society was going to have a field day when they found out the heirs of the Remington and Cordova empires were expecting a bundle of joy in less than eight months.

However, I didn’t give a hoot about their opinions. The only ones that mattered were mine, Cade’s, and our families. Sure, our parents may express some disappointment in us not being careful, but a surprise pregnancy wasn’t grounds for disownment.

I knew we were young and the road ahead would be tough…but we could make it work, right? Cade was already like a father figure to Olivia. He would love his own child with everything he was worth. We’d be the best family ever and give this baby our all, parental and society judgements be damned.

With that pep talk, I’d driven to the grocery store to grab a bunch of supplies. My plan was to bake cupcakes and pipe the word ‘Daddy’ on top of them in blue frosting—the exact shade of myquerido’s eyes.

I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. Cade would be surprised, yes, but content above all. He’d smile big, gather me in his arms, and kiss my forehead.

Afterwards, we’d discuss the best way to break the news to our parents.

Because we were a team.

Him and me.

Always.

The Remington residence was blazing with neon lights and teenage debauchery by the time I arrived. I parked my car near the gates and parallel to the woods on the estate. When I stepped out and walked to the trunk, a light wind sailed, causing the skirt of my sundress to flare around my hips. I wore it specifically to fend off the summer heat and for Cade, who went feral whenever I donned a short dress.

It was a peace offering to make up for the fact that I missed a series of his calls and texts.

Cade was probably worried sick. My sweet, protective, and obsessed boyfriend liked having my location and attention twenty-four seven. But I had a valid reason for not answering him. Containing my excitement was too difficult. I was too impatient and afraid I’d reveal my pregnancy beforehand.

This was a milestone for us and I wanted to see his reaction in person.

When I was in the midst of yanking out the piñata, someoneshouldered into me from behind so roughly, it knocked my body against the side of the car. Pain exploded down my left arm and I gasped.

What the hell was that?

I spun around in time to see the culprit.

A tall guy wearing all-black with his hood up and face hidden stole into the party like a thief in the night.

“Watch where you’re going, you fucking jerk!” I barked, rubbing my arm to soothe the ache from that hit.