'I'm falling in love with the girl I can't have
I'm walking a line, that's a little bit mad
I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help the way I feel
This love is forbidden, yet I can't let it go unreal"
Forbidden love can be a tale of great complexi...
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I pick up my phone from the coffee table and check it again, even though I know nothing has changed since the last time I looked at it, which was five minutes ago. Or the time five minutes before that. Or any of the other hundred times I've checked it in the day that's passed since the incident at the restaurant.
At least it's the weekend, so I don't have to deal with any work stress on top of worrying about what my dad is thinking and doing and planning without me.
He's probably in that awful woman's arms right now as she poisons his thoughts against me.
"Your dad still hasn't called?" Sawyer asks, nodding at the phone in my hand as he walks over from the kitchen carrying two plates of food.
I shake my head, frowning down at the dark screen. "No, and I don't understand why. I mean... obviously, I know why. But it's not like him to give me the silent treatment for this long. Of course, I knew he'd be upset, but I wasn't this worried it would last forever. Maybe I should be."
My eyes begin to fill with tears, and I blink them back. I'm not going to cry again. Not right now, at least. It seems like that's the only thing I've done in the past forty-eight hours, and I'm sure Sawyer is tired of seeing the tears.
I set my phone aside and look up at him as he hands me a plate. If he is tired of my crying, or of having me in his apartment, he certainly isn't showing it. He's been perfect—more than perfect—ever since... well, always. But especially since he's found out about the baby. It's like a switch has flipped inside him, and he's allowed himself to open up a little, to feel. To love.
"Maybe after we finish lunch," he nods toward the plate I still haven't started eating, "I can drive you over to his house—to your house—and we can talk things over with him."
"You'll come with me?" I ask, feeling my heart beat faster at the idea. The thought of facing my dad alone isn't something I want to think about, but... I'm not sure if the thought of having him in the same room as Sawyer again so soon is the best idea, either.
Still, knowing that Sawyer will be by my side does make me feel stronger and more confident like it might not be such an impossible task. Actually, since being with Sawyer, I feel stronger in general, like I'm finally growing up. Which is good timing, since I'm going to be a mother.
"Of course," he answers. "I told you, baby, I'm in this with you. I love you, and I'm here for you every step of the way. And this is a pretty big step, don't you think?"
I laugh, even though it's really not funny. But it is a big step, and the more I'm warming up to it, the more it's making me feel a little giddy to know that Sawyer is so into the idea of being with me.
It almost feels like I'm dreaming, like it can't possibly be happening. It's all just... perfect.
Well, except for the part about my dad still refusing to speak to me. That's not perfect at all.
