Winter Hart
I pretended to be asleep when Sydney came into my room. She was muttering to herself as she covered me with a blanket. She placed a water bottle on the nightstand beside my phone before patting both cats. I didn’t want to talk, but I couldn’t sleep either.
When she closed the door behind her, I sighed in relief. My life had become a disaster. I wanted nothing more than to have a child, but could I co-parent with Jake? It’s not about him sleeping with someone else; I lied to myself. Why didn’t he stay that morning?
I trusted him. I trusted him enough that I didn’t buy condoms after the game. If I had, I wouldn’t be with child, but then I would be able to say goodbye to him for good. However, I didn’t want to. I want him to choose me even if I wasn’t carrying his child.
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