Davina Renee Moore || A Paul Lahote Love Story

Chapter 9

Christmas and New Year passed quickly and before I knew it Olivia was headed back to Forks and I was starting work with Abi's friends at the only auto mechanic shop in the town. They were all cool enough and treated me like family since Abi was dating the one they call Jay. He was a total sweetheart and I could see why they had started dating. He would spend a lot of evenings and nights with us at the house just hanging out.

Everything was going great. I was settling into work, making friends, and I thought I was starting to move on from Paul.

About mid-February though, things took a pretty quick turn for the worse. I started to feel sick when I woke up. I called in the first few days, but my boss, Debbie, caught on pretty quick and showed up at the house with some pregnancy tests. I took them both and sure enough, both were positive.

"What am I gonna do?" I asked. Debbie was still with me since Abi had work today.

"What do you wanna do baby?"

"He's the only man I ever loved."

"Does he know?"

I shook my head. "He doesn't even know where I am."

"Big fight?"

I nodded a laughed a little despite the tears still streaking my cheeks. "The biggest."

"My daughter in law is a doctor. I can have her find a clinic-."

"No. No. I don't want an abortion," I said. "At least I don't think I do."

"I'll help you get a doctor appointment then. And take you myself if I need to."

"Thank you," I said. I hugged her and she rubbed my back a little. I'd seen the crazy side of her but she's always had my back. Probably because I haven't crossed her.

"You go rest up baby. I'll send dinner with Jay."

I thanked her and crawled back into my bed.

Over the course of the next several days I went to the doctor and told my family. They were excited mostly, especially Abi and Liv. My mother was upset with me though, and essentially cut me off if I decided to go through with this. And I was going through with it.

The next six months we're stressful to say the least as I went through pregnancy and preparing to be a single mother. I was ready for it, or at least as ready as I could be. I knew I wanted to be a mom from the moment I found out about this baby.

Despite a few health concerns and being on bed rest the last few weeks, my baby boy was born healthy as could be in early August. Archer James Moore was beautiful, despite looking quite a bit like Paul, even so young.

I was still angry with Paul, who seemed to be angry with himself. I kept in touch with Emily but never told her about the pregnancy. I didn't want Paul finding out about Archer if I could avoid it. I wanted him cut out of my life completely. Maybe that made me a bitch, or a bad mom, but at the time all I could think about was how little I wanted to do with Paul. And him being in Archer's life meant he'd be back in mine too.

"Davina," Jack said to me shortly after I had Archer. Jack was co-owner of the garage, and Debbie's only son.

"Jack."

"Are you sure you don't want his Daddy back?"

"It doesn't matter. He made his choice."

"He deserves to know about Archer."

"Jack, I am not the one who needs to apologize."

"He deser-."

"Don't. You don't know me. Or him."