JESSICAS POV
"What do you mean father of your child? You're full of shit." Neal stands up glaring at her.
"I'm pregnant Neal. I've only slept with you in the last 4 months so I don't have to guess who the father is." Her stomach is slightly swollen. I can only tell because of the tight ass shirt she wore.
"How would you not know you were pregnant up until your stomach was showing?"I say, annoyed at her presence.
"I have the arm implant birth control so I don't even get a period. I didn't notice much change until I started to really show. I'm 12 weeks. I've always been really small and gaining weight was rare so I barely got that big, making realizing i'm pregnant more difficult."
"Neal, who is she?" I ask. Tears in my eyes.
"She was a one night stand a few months ago. 4 I believe."
"She wasn't a..."
"No, I was at a bar and pissed as all hell. She asked me to meet her in the bathroom after a couple shots and well..."
I look down. Tears threatening as our moment shatters. "I gotta go. You two should figure this out."
"I agree." Nina says. "This doesn't include you, so I appreciate you leaving."
I scoff. "Bitch he's married and you're pregnant with his child?" Her eyes go wide.
"MARRIED?" I grab my things and rush to the elevator.
"Jessica!" Neal is right behind me. "Please don't go, I just told you things I could never tell anyone else. I always thought you'd stick by me no matter what happened. You usually have and now you're just running away?"
"Can you even see how fucked up you are?"
"Yes Jessica I can see it every fucking day! I hate myself and I hate my wife and I want to make this happen for us! Nina means nothing and never did. If you want me you'll stay and help me. Help me be better."
"I do want you Neal. But not when having you comes with a whole wife and now baby mama." I press the elevator button and the doors start to close, Neal puts his leg between the doors and gets in. The doors close behind him.
"Get out of here!" The elevator goes down one before he pulls the emergency button, making the elevator come to a stop. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"I'm not letting you leave again. I finally feel happy at the idea of someone. Something...I can't give that up."
"You also won't give up your wife that you claim to hate. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I love you. I always have I just never faced that fact. Don't go. Please Jess." He caresses my cheek. I shut my eyes as tears slide down my cheeks. I want to tell him I love him too, and that I'll face every obstacle possible with him. But how can I?
"I'm sorry." He whispers. I open my eyes and see his beautiful sparkling, tear filled eyes staring at me.
"I know you are. But things haven't changed. You don't love me if you're with her. I know you said you have a plan but...I don't want to be with someone who won't simply say fuck it, I need her."
"Then I fucking will!"
"No you won't! You're a liar and I can't trust you ever again." I wipe my tears and pull away from him. "I want to go."
"No you don't. Can you really say you don't feel the same way I do?"
He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. I let him, knowing he's right. I want this, but sometimes we can't have what we want.
He holds my face in his hands and kisses me. I don't stop him, and I don't want to.
"I love you Neal. But it's so complicated."
"I don't even believe that baby is mine. I'll find out. I'll also end my marriage. I'm trying, Jess."
"Until those things happen, we can't."
He's silent. He pulls out the button and the elevator starts moving again. I'm almost shocked he's letting me.
"I want you to be happy." The elevator opens and I want out. "And I know that won't end up being with me will it." I shake my head.
"It could be Neal."
"No. Why be with someone you can't trust, right?"
The elevator closes, and so does my heart.
I know he's going up to that woman. He's going up to a life he didn't know he would ever have.
A life I wish I was in. I hated the back and forth, the pain of thinking of him with her. And now another woman pregnant with his baby comes into the picture? Whether he loves me or not, he doesn't show it in the way he should.
And I can't help but wish I had told him my feelings for him the day of his wedding like I had finally realized I had to. Or the day he got engaged. The day he met her.
Or better yet, before he ever met her. When it was just us and our imagination of what the future would be.
Never did I think we would be here.
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Romance"Arms up." He demands. His voice is harsh, yet soothing. I can't help but find his dominance intriguing. I do as he said, and put my arms up and over my head, my body squirming on the mattress. He gently cuffs each hand individually, and attaches t...
