Tamed (Torn #5)(71)

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“And?” he asked.

I dropped down onto the bed. I wasn’t sure if my legs could support me any longer. “He didn’t take it well. He doesn’t want anything to do with the baby, even if it’s his.”

Adam’s nostrils flared. “Fucker.”

“It’s not all his fault.” I hesitated, knowing I was about to dig my grave even deeper. “He’s married. I doubt his wife would be cool if I moved into their spare room.”

Adam’s mouth dropped open in shock. “The motherf*cker is married, but he decided to sleep with you. Then, he decided he wanted nothing to do with…” He ran his hands over his face. “I want to f*cking kill him, and I don’t even know who he is.”

I sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I can take care of myself. At least he knows, and now, you do, too. I don’t have that on my conscious any longer. I can go back home and figure out where to go from there.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “I have to find a doctor, tell my parents, and figure out what the hell I need to raise a baby. Besides the doctor, I have no idea how to go about any of that.”

“You’re not going back to Morgantown,” he said furiously.

“What?”

“You’re not going back. You’re staying here with me. That could be my child you’re carrying, and I’m not going to just let you walk away with it.”

“I…you…” I sputtered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“You’ll stay with me, and we’ll figure out all that shit together.”

“But you hate me!” I blurted out.

“It doesn’t matter what I think of you. If that kid’s mine, I’m taking care of it. I want to be there for everything—every doctor’s appointment, every ultrasound, the first time he kicks…all of it.”

The emotion in his voice surprised me.

“He?” I asked.

He grinned. I almost fell over in shock.

“Of course it’s a he.”

I shook my head. “Adam, this isn’t something to just jump into. We’ll have to see each other constantly, especially if you expect me to stay with you. How well do you think that’s going to go?”

He shrugged. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”

“And what happens if once he’s born, you find out you’re not the father?”

“Like I said, we’ll figure it out as we go.”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “You’re really going to help me, aren’t you?”

He looked uncomfortable as tears slipped down my cheeks. “Of course I am.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, my body sagging in relief. I hadn’t realized just how terrified I was of doing everything on my own.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He walked over and knelt down in front of me. “Living with me won’t be that bad.”

I smiled through my tears. “That’s debatable.” My smile disappeared as I stared at him. “Can we try to get along? Can we be…friends again? I don’t know if I can do this with you if we aren’t.”

He studied me for a moment. “Yeah, we can be friends.”

I wrapped my arms around him, taking both of us by surprise. “Thank you.”

He awkwardly patted me on the back. “No problem.”

“Adam?” I asked as I pulled away. “Can I ask for one more favor?”

He eyed me warily. “What?”

“I know how you are with…women. I don’t think I can handle living with you and watching you bring them home. Can you not f*ck around while I’m there?”

He frowned. “I can keep it in my pants, Amber.”

“I know. I just…” I trailed off.

He sighed. “I get it. Don’t worry. I won’t mess around with anyone.”

“Thank you.”

He gave me a small smile before his eyes dropped down to my stomach, “Can I…can I touch you?”

I nodded. He reached out and pressed his hand to my lower stomach. I held my breath as I watched him.

“A baby.” He chuckled. “I’m going to be a dad.”

I smiled at him, unable to speak.

He stood and held out a hand to me. “Come on, let’s go home.”

I never thought I’d hear him say those words to me.





Living with Adam was strange and awkward. I’d been staying here for two weeks. We no longer fought, but we weren’t talking a lot either. Adam would keep his distance, and I would do the same. I was grateful that he was helping me, and I didn’t want to push any of his boundaries. When we talked occasionally, we’d keep it simple, and neither of us would mention the past.

He would be gone a lot throughout the day, working on a new album with the band. I’d spend most days lying out on the beach and reading. I’d hated being alone in Morgantown, but here, I didn’t mind it. I knew Adam would always come home. That comforted me more than I wanted to admit.

I’d called my work and quit a week after I’d moved in with Adam. I’d hated to do it over the phone without any kind of notice, but I hadn’t had much choice. Surprisingly, Nancy hadn’t been angry. It might have been because she had been too busy gushing over the fact that I was pregnant.