It was a few days further and I was still three months pregnant. Nope, absolutely nothing had changed and I still felt like shit. After finishing up my week behind the bar it was the weekend and somehow I managed to call in sick. Christian was out of the picture and so was Lucio who was at first sur

“I appreciate you, I respect you a lot...but I don’t need your help,” I told him, on the verge of tears. At times it sounded so tempting to just accept his offer and let him write me a check but I couldn’t. I wasn’t that type of person and I didn’t want to be. The business the Lamberti’s ran had alw

Unlike the first time I met him, he didn’t look that friendly and had a suspicious look on his face. “Squirrel tell me, did you go through with the abortion?” He asked me while grabbing both of my shoulders. I shrugged him off me and took a step back so I was glued against the car. “N-no I’m not hav

I held the leather jacket to my stomach and took literal baby steps as I tried to stretch time before reaching his office. When I had arrived I had the urge to turn back and was close to panicking but realized I couldn’t. All I had to do was tell him and that was it, after that, I would be free.“I

“I’m not saying that we have to be. Let’s be realistic, we are so different, we will never be, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t take care of you and the baby.” He spoke and looked down at my still flat stomach. “At least let me take care of both of you until I know for sure that you are capable of