Gray and I had never had casual s*x, he'd never gotten up and left me without so much as a conversation, but something in his eyes was wild and confused. The turmoil in his features was evident as was the anxiety as he dressed. But I had no idea what was causing it. I tried to be everything he needed me to be, to give him the space he asked for, but the fact still remained, I was carrying his child. He didn't have to tell me, I already knew, that level of commitment scared the hell out of him. He refused to talk much about any of it and internalized the panic he felt at an eighteen-year commitment he couldn't get out of once the baby was here.
The first couple weeks after we decided to keep the baby, I tried to keep Gray involved. I'd made sure he knew about doctor's appointments and told
