Dad's best friend secret baby

Chapter 40

Evie

All the pregnancy tests came out positive.

I was pregnant by Ethan Thorne.

I'd known this the moment we returned from the Tramway.

Still, I let us have sex at the facility. I couldn't deny it anymore. What I felt for Ethan was more than lust or anything.

It was love. I loved him. My heart skipped at the four-letter word– the word I refused to admit to myself.

It's why I was a fool for him.

He could do many things... hurt me... make me feel unseen... and when he came running... knocking on the doors of my heart, I'd open up.

I didn't have the heart to shut him out, not even when my relationship with Dad was at stake.

I couldn't be selfish when it concerned him. Rational thoughts melted at his presence. Important decisions seemed menial when he was involved.

I should have known. Falling for him was inevitable. But I should have also considered the risk.

A tear slipped down my cheek, just like it had been since I saw the positive tests.

Dad had left space for me to return. Would I return with a pregnancy? More so without Ethan knowing? Could I bear the shame? Dad's anger?

Another tear rolled down my cheeks as I adjusted in my seat.

Was I ready to tell him? Ethan?

I knew a baby changed everything. But would this give me what I'd longed for or would it hinder my progress?

What did I even long for? Something real with Ethan? A fixed relationship with Dad?

No. I wanted me. I just wanted to be free. Free from carrying someone else's burden. I wanted to be able to breathe without considering anything.

More sobs wracked my throat.

I just wanted to leave. I wanted to quit without the feeling of guilt pulling me back. Was this even the right time to quit?

Did Ethan even deserve to know? If he did know I should stand up now, walk to his office and spill the news.

Why was I scared? Confused?

Because I was inevitably fucked.
My stomach curled in sadness. The hurricane of thoughts collapsed my mind.

Did I want a child? Was this the fucking right time?

Sophie was just recovering, the issue with Laura was still hanging in the air so technically everything, on both ends, was still at stake.

Then I'd waltz into his office and tell him I was carrying his child?

My hair clung to the wetness on my cheek as I shook my head.

Was it even good news or bad news?

Before I could think of an answer, the telephone rang.

My heart was pounding in my head when I answered it. "Okay." My voice was hard.

It should have been this way when we fucked in the testing facility. I should have known sex with him was stabbing myself with a burning knife. I should have stood my ground.

Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I tightened my fist against the table.

If only Mom was here, she'd tell me what to do.

Shutting my eyes, I attempted to steady my breathing.

No, maybe I didn't need Mom. This was what I always did, allowing circumstances to make decisions for me.