Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(105)

Once dressed, I pulled my honey blonde hair into a high ponytail. I looked behind me at my small suitcase sitting by the radiator. I had booked a flight back home to England, I was supposed to be leaving tonight but I was still undecided what I wanted to do.

I was adamant I wanted the baby here, it would do me good to head home for a couple of weeks before my next appointment to check the baby’s heart. Plus, it would do be good to get away for a bit, time to clear my head.

I hadn’t gone into much detail about Killian to my parents, but they knew enough. I was devastated as I would have loved for their short visit to have been a little different and for them to have met Killian and spent some time with him. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. They’ve had a fab time exploring New York and doing all the tourist attractions, but I think they were both ready to land on home turf and slip back into their routine. I heard a light knock on the door, I walked into the lounge and saw my spare keys sitting on the work top that my parents had forgotten. I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, one side of my mouth lifting as I headed to the door.

“Honestly, how can you forget your…” I swung the door open, beaming from ear to ear before my breath was snatched from my lungs at the sight of Killian. My smile quickly faded as I pushed the door with force to shut it on him but his shoe stopped that from happening.

His long fingers wrapped round the edge of the door, his head craning around it .

“Please, I just want ten minutes…” his voice trailed off.

I sighed, stepping back and dropping my head as he walked past me. I gently closed the door behind him and watched as he placed his phone and keys on the countertop next to my spare keys.

“You can have five minutes,” my tone vicious as I spat at him.

“Can I be excused from using any of those minutes while I quickly use your rest room?” his eyes glistened slightly, but I was unsure whether it was with playfulness or regret.

I nodded, not wanting to give him any of my breath because he stole it from me without even realising.

His eyes fell, a weak smile attempting to cross his lips, but it was soon back to a grim looking Killian.

Once he was out of sight, I gasped, walking over to the kitchen as I rubbed my lips together. I flicked the kettle on, I needed a cup of tea. I heard Killian’s phone buzz, my head snapped round but quickly I was back facing the kettle when it buzzed again. I couldn’t ignore the niggle in my gut for me to look. I stepped back, leaning the top half of my body to check the bathroom door. It was still closed, and I was pretty sure I hadn’t heard the flush go yet.

Moving quickly to the worktop I picked his phone up to see Adele’s name and two unread messages.

I swiped his phone up, unlocking it straight away.

Silly man for not having a passcode on his phone.

The messages opened; my eyes widened.

Adele: Saturday was a lot; things are still unfinished between us Killian.





Then, underneath it was a message that she had sent straight after.

Adele: In business and pleasure ;)





Who the fuck sends winking faces like that anymore?

My blood boiled. Saturday was the day of my birthday and my gender reveal. My whole body shook and trembled.

I heard Killian’s rushed footsteps before they stopped suddenly.

My head snapped up to look at him, his eyes volleying from his phone to my face. His beautiful but deceitful brown eyes widening as each second passed. I threw his phone at him with force, hoping it would have hit him, but the God of a man has reflexes of a Ninja. His hand shot up as he grabbed the phone. His eyes down casting on the screen of his phone, his head shaking side to side before he looked back up at me.

“Reese…” he gasped, his hand rubbing over his mouth, “it’s not what it looks like, I promise,” he walked towards me, but I stopped him, holding my hand up towards him.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I shouted, my voice trembling but not out of sadness, no. I was fucking infuriated. I was like a bull who was having a red flag waved in front of it. My eyes were wide and bulging, my breaths harsh and ragged as I breathed through my nose.

“I don’t want your promises Killian! You obviously can’t keep them!” the hoarseness in my voice made my throat burn.

He didn’t say anything, just dropped his arm by his side, his face falling as his eyes closed. The room was drowning in silence, neither of us saying a word. I concentrated on my breathing, my hand sitting under my bump as I inhaled deeply and exhaled trying to calm myself down.

“So, you were with Adele?” I finally managed, but this time I didn’t shout. There was nothing but disappointment lacing my voice as the realisation kicked in.

He nodded solemnly. His fingers tightening around his phone, his other hand was balled into a tight fist by his side.

“You missed my birthday, and more importantly our gender reveal to be with Adele,” the words choked me as I spoke them, barely able to finish my sentence.

He said nothing.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered, the hot tears threatening to fall but I tried my hardest to blink them away. The burn in my throat becoming unbearable as I fought so hard with my body.

“Reese, please,” he begged as I walked past him and towards my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed as my brain processed the last fifteen minutes. My eyes were pinned to the wall, my fingers clutching the bed cover underneath me.