Unexpected Gift(79)
“Wow, that was fast. You’re in such a hurry,” she says in a maniacal tone.
“Yeah, well, you want me out? I’m out. Plus, they need to know by the end of the week anyway.”
“Tomorrow. That’s what the message was about.”
“Perfect. Then I guess I’m right on time,” I sneer, hiding the hurt throbbing under my skin.
“I guess so,” she whispers, staring off into the distant mountains.
“This is how we are going to leave things? This is it?”
She rocks Posie, bouncing her in her arms. I bet she will tell a story of Brandon. She always does when she won’t sleep. “I guess so,” she repeats.
“Can I say bye to Posie at least?” I hold out my arms.
She sets her in my hands. “Sure. You are the one leaving her.”
“You’re the one pushing me out.” I kiss Posie on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I’m going to miss you.” I hand her back over to Molly. I wait to see if Molly gives me any sign that she wants a kiss or anything of that nature, but she won’t look at me. I open the front door and step out of the home I should have known would never last.
“I hope your career tucks you in at night,” she whispers.
I go to slam the door again but think better of it because of Posie. That’s so like Molly to say that. She is always the one to get the last word in, but this time I won the fight because I’m not battling with words.
I’m battling with distance, and there is no way she can beat that.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Molly
Ten days have gone by. Ten days of me crying on the couch nonstop. The only person who knows what is going on with me is Kenna and she is on her way to help with Posie. I feel a little sick from crying so much. I haven’t heard a word from Caden, and I can’t help but wonder if he has settled into his job okay.
I hated to push him away like that, but I had to. I wanted him to live his dream. I didn’t want him to be stuck here with me and Posie because of something my brother wanted. I want Caden to be able to live his life without being tied down. He deserves that.
So here I am, hating myself for what I said and how I treated him. He will never forgive me, and in time, I’ll be okay with that, but right now, my heart feels like it is barely beating, and everyday life is going by slower and slower.
I close my eyes to take a nap and relieve myself from some of the depression I find myself in, but right as I do, a knock comes from the door. I sigh and peak my head over the top of the couch to see Kenna’s bright pink hair through the window. Looks like she changed it again.
I get up, slumping my shoulders and sliding my feet along the floor. I unlock the door but don’t open it, turning back around to lay down on the couch.
The door creaks open, and Kenna scolds me. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks. Love you, too.”
“You brought this upon yourself.”
“I know.”
“You could have asked him to stay, Molly.”
“I know.”
“You could have—”
“I know what I could have done! You don’t need to remind me!” I shout.
She raises her brows at me and puts her hands on her hips. I throw a hand over my mouth as a sob rips from my chest. “I’m sorry, Kenna. I just miss him so much.”
Kenna runs to me and pulls me into a hug. “I know you do. It doesn’t have to be over. Just call him. Call him and tell him you want him back. He will come. He loves you and Posie. He only left to one-up you, Molly.”
“No, he really wanted this. He wanted this job. He has always wanted this. I can’t be the person to take that from him.”
“I understand.”
My stomach turns suddenly like it did yesterday. I cover my mouth and run to the bathroom, barely able to get the toilet seat up as I throw up. I haven’t eaten anything, so I dry heave. The acid burns when it comes up my throat. Kenna holds my hair and rubs my back. “How long has this been going on?”
I groan, leaning my head against the wall. “I don’t know. Five days? I can’t really remember.”
“Yeah, for my peace of mind, I’m going to need you to take this.” She whips out a pregnancy test from her back pocket, waiting for me to grab it.
I stare at it like it’s going to bite me, but then I start to laugh. “You can’t be serious. Why do you have that?”
“Because you have been acting weird for the past few days, so on the way here, I stopped and bought a pack. Every time I talk to you, you’re sick, and it isn’t depression. I’ve seen you depressed, Molly.”
“So, I’ve cried myself into sickness, and you think I’m pregnant? That’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, I mean we had a mishap, but I did the math and it wasn’t the right time of the month for that to happen.”
She places the test in my hand. “Babe, you can never be one-hundred-percent positive when having sex without protection. Just take this test, and if it comes out negative, then fine. I’m wrong, and we can breathe a little easier.”
I start thinking about the last time we had sex and a memory niggles the back of my mind. We didn’t wear protection…again. “Oh, shit.”