Two years ago, Olivia Cavanaugh was born. Two god damn years ago.
I still haven't had the heart to tell Toby. I couldn't possibly. It'd be to hard, probably ruin our relationship...again.
So I just stayed quiet about it, praying that Olivia was in a healthy, happy home.
"You okay babe?" Toby asked walking into the bathroom. I was sitting in the tub naked, but didn't start running the water yet.
"Oh, yeah." I said reaching for the knob.
"You're not." He said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Y...yes I am" I said defensively.
"When we started our relationship again you promised we wouldn't lie to each other. Ever."
"I'm not lying!" I claimed.
He gave me a look with his ocean eyes, I couldn't lie to him any longer.
I unplugged the drain and pulled on a robe.
"Could we sit?" I said guiding him out to the couch
"Yeah of course" he told me.
"I...when we broke up...I thought the test came out as negative. B-but turns out they didn't. I found out I was pregnant. And I didn't wanna ruin your life. I figured you'd moved on already and I couldn't do that to you. So I had the baby two years ago today, and I gave it up for adoption. The only thing I know about her is that her names Olivia Cavanaugh and her birthday. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I just couldn't do that to you."
"You knew I wanted to start a family. But you didn't tell me?"
"No, Toby, I didn't, because you well knew I didn't want a family yet. It was too much being pregnant and going to school let alone actually keeping the baby!"
"I can't believe you didn't tell me." He said getting up pacing around the room.
"I'm sorry." I said beginning to cry.
"I don't know if I can be here right now." He said grabbing form his jacket, walking out of the house.
DUNN DUNN DUNNNNNN
