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Chapter 23

Chapter 23

In Confidence

Beau POV

What is going on?

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Why am I here?

Isn't becoming a father supposed to be the most exciting time of a man's life?

Shouldn't we be closer than ever?

Not for me..

Not with Ari.

Since finding out about our new addition, Ari has been pushing me away..

I haven't stepped foot inside her house for two long weeks.

I feel so alone, so lost.

Someone help me!!

It is actually breaking my heart not being with Ari, and it hurts not to be around during the pregnancy.

It's not that I haven't tried!

I have been round everyday, but either Ari has turned me away or wouldn't answer the door.

Rejection hurts like a bitch!

I turn to the only person I have left in this entire world; Georgina, Lucie's sister.

I don't know why I turn to her. Why she still accepts me even after I failed to keep her sister alive.. But I am glad for her right now..

Sat in a booth in the local McDonald's, over a cappuccino, Georgina is listening to me whine,

"I have to sort this out, but I don't know how.

The way she looked at me.. Ari doesn't want the baby, or me."

I feel the tears explode down my cheeks as the broken man inside me releases and takes over.

'Beau! Seriously get over yourself! You self centred, narrow minded arsehole! Get your head out of the clouds and for one minute, consider how Ariella is feeling.." Georgia bursts into a rant, "imagine it from her perspective. Innocent abductee, falls in love with her kidnapper.. Risks her life to free him from his unjust sentence, getting her body and sanity scarred and abused in every way as a result.. That kidnapper is now her boyfriend, still on parole.. A year of hell, and now expected to raise a baby.

Answer me this Beau, if that was you, would you be acting like any normal pregnant woman? Huh?"

Fuck!

Selfish, insensitive bastard!

No wonder Ari has gone into hibernation!

How am I to deal with this?

Help Ari overcome her trauma?

What am I to do?

~*~

A long, stressful afternoon of planning by myself; an exhausting 6 hours of work and effort.

It may not seem much, but I wrote a letter.. A letter of apology and explanation, support, love and promise.

Once posting the letter in the nearby postbox; respecting Ari's wishes of me to give her space, I nurse my wounded and rejected heart over a bottle of Honey Jack Daniels.

By 11pm, I am stretched out on the long brown sofa, with a half empty glass lazing in my hand; broken tears streaming across my cheeks.

Keeping Ariella's face in my foresight, I pass into unconsciousness and away from reality.