Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(88)

“Sure, okay, it took you a few years, but you called Lara as soon as you knew I had been born, you bought them this home, you set me up for life and yet you call yourself selfish…” she sniffed as she closed the gap between us, her arms wrapping around my torso as she hugged me, her head on my chest, “you’re the most unselfish person I know, you have given me everything and more. That’s why I never accepted your job offer, because I want to make you proud dad, by making something for myself someday.” I heard the sniffle again, her voice trembling. “Don’t give up on Reese dad, and please don’t give up on that baby.” Her choked sobs left her now, her tears soaking through my thin, white cotton shirt. I cocooned my arms around her tiny frame and held her tight, dropping my head as I placed my lips on the top of her head. “It deserves to have an amazing father in its life, and Reese deserves to have happiness too dad.” She sighed, pulling back and looking at me with her red, rimmed brown eyes. “Her happiness is you. And not that I need to give it, but this my blessing dad. Don’t give up on her, don’t give up on the one you love because you think you’re going to hurt me. I’m a big girl. Sure, it’ll take some getting used to, but I’ll manage.” She smirked as I laughed, causing her to laugh as well. “Just give her some time…” She whispered. I nodded, even though all I wanted to do was to rush to her apartment, clasp my hands round her beautiful face and kiss all of this away.

“And seeing as we are on delicate subject matters…” her voice pulled me back into the room. Connie stilled, stepping back as she locked her fingers together.

I paled, my eyes widening as I stepped towards her, “You’re not pregnant, are you?” I scowled, trying my best to contain the rage that was coursing through my blood.

“Oh my god, no!” she blushed but clearly shocked by the question that just left my lips. “Jesus,” she shook her head, “no, nothing like that.” Her hand pressed against her forehead, the other hand on her hip.

“Then what?” I asked, my voice softer now as I waited for her to tell me.

“I’m back with Tryst…”

“Tryst?” I scrunched my nose, my brows pulling into the middle and digging in causing the wrinkles in my head to be more prominent.

“Tryst from school…” her voice was barely a whisper now.

Tryst.

“The little nerdy kid who used to pick you up, take you to underage drinking then bring you home and break curfew?” I could feel my temper rising, but I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes as I contained it.

“Yup. Him.” She rushed out before she began stammering, “but honestly dad, it was more me than him. He was always the good one. He never forced the alcohol down my throat, he never made me stay out late, it was always me making him break the boundaries…” she stilled for a moment as she saw the rage flash through my eyes.

“You put your moms through hell!” my voice was a little louder than I intended.

“Excuse me,” she crossed her arms against her chest, the fire igniting in her eyes. “You cannot say anything, I will always win this battle now. You married my best friend, kept your affair quiet and then knocked her up! So yes, dad, I am with Tryst. I was a shit when I was younger, but you have no right to be angry at me.” She huffed, tapping her foot on the floor.

But she was right.

My lips twitched as I tried to fight my smile before I lost the will. I chuckled softly, reaching out and pulling her in for a cuddle.

“Not that you need it, but you have my blessing,” I winked at her, chuckling again as we walked to go and see her moms.

One girl down, one to go.





CHAPTER 39





REESE





It had been a week.

One week since I found out I was pregnant with Killian’s baby.

One week since Connie found out about me and her dad.

One week since I last saw either of them. The pain in my gut and the searing pain in my heart was a constant reminder of how much I missed them both.

I hadn’t left the apartment, the thought of seeing either one of them was too much. I didn’t even know where to begin with Connie. Sure, Killian hating me I could deal with, he will soon move on and out of my life, but Connie was meant to be here for life. We were best friends. Elijah sent her to me when I needed her, and I didn’t want to lose her.

I felt like I could cry a thousand tears, but I had nothing more to give. Every ounce of sadness was ripped from my soul that first night. When I woke the next morning, I really expected to see him sleeping on the sofa, his bed hair messy and the pillow crease from the scatter cushions on his face.

But he had gone. Just proving to me that he didn’t want me once more. I felt hurt and betrayal like I had never felt before. I couldn’t even compare it to the pain of losing Elijah because the pain of death and the pain of someone not wanting to be with you is completely different. With Elijah, that pain will never ease, it will never fully disappear. I will always be constantly reminded of him.

But with Killian? That pain will eventually ease before disappearing completely and all he will be is a memory. A drunken, beautiful memory. Well, that would be the case if I wasn’t pregnant with his child. I will be reminded every day of what I felt for him. I was a fool to think that I felt nothing towards him, and maybe if I told him just how much I had fallen for him he would still be here. But how do you tell someone you love them when they don’t want the same things you do. He never wanted this baby.