|chapter 28|ACE
My head hung to the side as I stared at her through my phone.
"I-I um have to go now." She whispered softly not once looking at the camera.
I sighed and turned my head at her as I stared at her through the phone "Why can't you just talk to me?"
Dove shook her head and bit down on her bottom lip. "It's hard Ace! It's just really, really hard!"
"I know that Dove."
"No. You don't, you think you do but you don't! So please do me a favor and stop pretending that you understand my pain right now. My body's going through a million changes, I don't feel like myself emotionally or mentally.."
My jaw clenched as I felt my throat burn. There was so much I wanted to say but I didn't know how or if it was the right moment for any of it.
"This was my baby too Dove. You think I'm not hurt, I'm in fucking pain and now you're away!"
She took a deep breath and brought her hand to her face. "Look- Ace you're free now, you don't need to keep calling and checking in on me."
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
"Dove.. stop being like this." I mumbled as I shook my head.
"No, you stop! Stop pretending like whatever this was, was real! You know just like I do that it was only lust! We slipped up and got pregnant, and now you don't have to worry about it anymore. Neither does your girlfriend."
It broke my heart to hear her sit here and talk like this. Like she just doesn't matter to me! I don't give a damn what Ariana feels about it, or the guys. Anyone for that matter.
This was between me and her, and this baby was ours.
I licked over my lips and shook my head. "Dove-"
Before I could get another word out she hung up on me.
I groaned slamming my phone down on the table. "Fuck man!"
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