"You mean to tell me they're my fucking kids?" He screams as he points to my phone.
I back away and allow him space to be upset. I can't say I know how he feels right now. But I would be pissed if someone just told me I had three year old twins.
"Three years ago, I left school because I was pregnant with a baby. I wrestled with abortion. But I found out it was more than one, shortly after that. I couldn't kill two lives. It just wasn't me." I explain.
"Why didn't you just come to me?" He ask loudly.
"I wanted to tell the world. But I kept it to myself to protect them and you." I say all in one breath and angry tears stream from Spencer's eyes.
"What do you mean you wanted to tell the world? You didn't need to tell the world. You needed to tell me! He shouts before flipping over the coffee table and shattering the glass.
"I know... I know... I know... there's so many days I wanted to call you. I wanted to tell you, but we thought it would hold you back. We wanted to see you succeed. Not be burdened by having children at a young age." I explain and he comes directly in my face and I've never been so afraid of him in my life.
"Who is we? Because we never talked about kids?" His tone is deep and his eyes pierce mine with a look.
"I meant I... just me..." I say lowly.
"You don't get to make that decision for me, Kia! You should've come to me. You should've given me a chance. Instead, you took the something I wanted to be great at, away from me, for almost four years." He yells and I close my eyes as my back hits the wall.
"I'm so sorry!" I say and he punches the wall, inches from my face, making me cry in fear.
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"You know what? You are sorry! You're a sorry excuse for a woman. I can't believe I thought you were the one. Now, it's more like I dodged a fucking bullet!" He continues to say things to make me feel bad.
And I have no choice, but to listen.
He wants to return the favor for what I did to him. But not even the harshest words in the world can hurt as much as me keeping this secret from him.
"None of that changes the fact that these two children are in this world." I say quickly and close my eyes in fear of another punch to the wall.
I breathe lighter when I see him back away.
He walks into the other room and screams, repeatedly, at the top of his lungs.
"I got a wife! How am I supposed to tell her this?" I hear him yell as he storms back into the room.
"Spencer, I don't know, but you can tell her with the same love you've given her since day one." I suggest and he grabs his own head in frustration. "And a million dollar home doesn't hurt!"
