The aftermath

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We drove back to my parents' house in silence. I still didn't get my fucking burger. Bitch was hungry. Lil' baby hungry too, because I felt a kick as we came to the strip where all the food is. Just as Rich sped down, I saw another one of my favorite spots to eat, Rough Nicky's. They had the best gyros and fries.

"Rich, pull through Rough Nicky's." I said. I didn't want to overdo it, I think he's still mad.

He pulled up to the spot in silence.

"Just go through the drive-thru." I said.

But instead, he parked in the parking lot, near the trees. Ohmigod. He's gonna kill me. Rich must've read my mind.

"Listen. I'm not gonna kill you." He chuckled. Next thing you know, I was chuckling, too. I mean, Rich killing me? Impossible.  I stopped chuckling. I didn't want him thinking that he was already forgiven for making me ruin my damn manicure.

"Look, I'm sorry for talking to her. You and I both know that it came out of an angry place. My intentions were never to hurt you, and you know that. I know that. Baby, I love you. You are carrying my first child. You don't know how lucky that I am, God sent me one of his best angels. Baby, I feel like a little kid again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Rich said.

As he fished around for something in his pocket, nausea hit me again. I fumbled with the door, but my cheeks were getting full of it. Then, just as Rich found what he was looking for, I threw up. On Rich and my engagement ring.


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