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Stephanie
I looked down at the pregnancy test and sighed, before smiling quickly.
Jonathan and I were going to have our baby Hope. Hope is the name we were going to name Sean, if he were a girl. Regardless, if it's a boy, hope will be in there somewhere.
Then reality hit me, I kicked Jonathan out and took the kids to a neighbors house.
Layla, my best friend in Winnipeg comforted me as we sat on her couch in her bedroom.
"I'm scared, because I don't want to go back. I don't wanna be around him, knowing that he could still be seeing her. God, this whole time?" I asked standing up and pacing. "all those times he went to physical therapy? Those last minute team meetings?" I rambled.
"Have you talked to Patrick? He's been blowing up your phone." she said showing me my phone.
i looked down at the phone and saw that patrick had been texting and calling like crazy. with the last one being, that he was flying in to see us. that was about three hours ago. he would be here very soon.
i knew once layla went downstairs, that he was here.
i sat still looking out the window as i heard him coming up the stairs.
"steph." patrick spoke walking into the room. i looked over slowly, and swallowed. he saw the pregnancy test in front of me on the table.
"he fucked up. he knows that." patrick tried to reason. i rolled my eyes and laughed.
"oh wow, he knows? hmm." i said laughing some more.
"well tell him, I don't want to see him until he grows the hell up." I spat before shutting the door in his face.
