Page 93 of His to Love
“He left me. We were trying for kids, but it’s not easy for me to have them.” She burped into her hand and I snickered despite myself. “Anyway, we had all these doctor visits, I had all these medicines to take and shots to get. Sucked.”
“Yeah.” It would. I couldn’t fathom all that work to try for a baby.
My head dropped forward and I forced myself to sit up. I didn’t need to be passing out on the street.
“He said it was too stressful and he decided he didn’t want kids.” She sniffed and I watched her wipe away tears. “What he really meant, though, was that he didn’t want them with me. Because just after he left me, I ran into him at the store with his new girlfriend.”
“Oh shit,” I muttered.
Her face crinkled with disgust. “And his girlfriend was visibly pregnant.”
“No way.”
“Yup.”
“That seriously blows.”
“I know, right?” She sniffed and a harsh laugh escaped her. “I just…I get being hurt and I get being in pain, feeling like you’ve lost the one you were supposed to be with.” Her hand rested on my leg and I reached out, taking her hand in mine and squeezed it. “The thing is, I don’t think Tyson’s done anything that can’t be forgiven, either.”
“You’re drunk,” I told her, bumping her shoulder with mine in order to lighten the mood.
“Yup.” She bumped back into my shoulder. “But I’m right, too.”
I opened my mouth to say something, anything to get us past this, but as soon as I did, a familiar voice called my name.
“Blue?”
“Speak of the devil,” Chelsea murmured, turning her head to look over my shoulder. “Speak of the sexy handsome devil, indeed.”
I snorted and squeezed her hand tighter. “Tell me it’s not him.”
“Oh yeah. It’s him.”
“Fuck.”
Her eyes went wide and she nodded. “Yup. I would.”
“I can hear you two,” Tyson said, and from the sound of his voice I knew he was fighting back a laugh.
“Declan called me,” he said, swinging a set of keys around his thumb. “Said you two have been out here for a while.”
“We called a cab,” I explained.
His eyebrows knitted together and he blew out a breath. “I’d like to take you two home.”
“Sounds good,” Chelsea chirped and jumped to her feet. Tyson reached out, catching her before she fell over.
“I’ll wait.” I crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head.
“It’s just a ride, Blue. I don’t want you getting in a cab when you can barely keep your eyes open.”
“Nothing’s going to happen in Latham Hills.”
“I bet that’s what the women your dad stole off the streets thought, too.”
I hissed in a breath, my body instantly vibrating with fury.
Even Chelsea, as drunk as she was, sucked in a breath. “Harsh, Tyson.”
