The Older Man Part II

Chapter 19

Torn

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

I paced back and forth in the living room, trying to build up enough courage to go into the bedroom and talk with Vincent.

In the past, he's been no stranger to addressing his desire to be a father. Well, that dream of his may be coming true, but the reality may be much worse than anything he could've imagined.

There was nothing I wanted more than to walk into the bedroom and say with absolute confidence and certainty that this baby I was carrying was Vincent's. But there was also that possibility.

I exhaled a deep breath. I could feel my nerves and my overthinking getting to me. Not only was I about to tell Vincent about me being pregnant, I also had to confess what Adrian did to me.

His reaction to both bits of new information made me worry even more. How would he react? Given the circumstances, there was honestly no telling how he would take this.

I gave myself a mental pep talk before I worked up the fools courage to tell him everything.

He's your fiancé. You've been with him for years. He loves you and nothing will change that; he said so himself. It'll be okay. I reassured myself.

Every step closer to the bedroom door made me more and more anxious. When I approached the door, I caught sight of Vincent sitting up in bed.

He was leaning against a mound of pillows he propped up against the headboard. A charcoal grey blanket was draped across his lower half, hiding the sweatpants he was wearing. He was shirtless and comfortable in bed as he sat reading through some blueprints from work.

The way he peered down at the papers while his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose made the corners of my lips twitch into a smile.

Once I remembered why I walked in here, the smile that formed faded away.

I cleared my throat to capture his attention. Whenever he looked at stuff from work, it was hard to pull his focus from it.

When he didn't respond, I tried once more.

"Vincent," I said. My voice cut through the silence that filled the room, excluding the mumbles Vincent was making underneath his breath as he looked at the papers.

At the sound of his name, he looked up. A soft smile shaped his lips when he saw me. "Oh, hey baby," he acknowledged. He patted the empty space beside him on the bed, motioning for me to go over to him.

I followed his inaudible command. I walked from the doorframe to the bed and gently sat down beside him. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in close to him. I felt him press a kiss to my head.

"Are you busy?" I asked, looking down at what he was focusing on. I didn't understand anything that he was looking at.

"No, not really. I'm just going over some stuff for work," he responded, still scanning his eyes over the papers. "Why, what's up? Something on your mind?" He tilted his head to look at me.

I breathed in through my nose and nodded. "Something like that," I said. "I need to talk with you about something, something serious," I changed my tone to express the significance of this upcoming conversation.

My tone made him look at me curiously.

"Alright, we can talk. I need a break anyway. I've been looking at these stupid designs for way too long," he said before taking off his glasses to rub his tired eyes.