Isla
Jackson, I can’t.” I shook my head. Tears started openly streaming down my face.
I didn’t want to face him again. I wanted this to be over as easily as possible, even though easy could never be a word used to describe this situation. He pulled me close to him, and I breathed in his scent, reluctantly letting it calm me a bit for the last time.
“The baby isn’t mine.”
What did he say? I pulled away and looked at his face. “That’s not possible; I saw you today. It’s a boy.”
Jackson looked confused, and then realization washed over him. “I’ll have to explain everything. Please let me.” I shook my head. I didn’t believe anything he said anymore. I saw enough. “Isla. The baby isn’t mine. I just found out.” He took my hands in his. “Please be my Luna.”
“I-I don’t understand.” Even if h
