“It happened when I first met you. I didn’t know what we were, so when she came onto me, I didn’t think it would be an issue, but she called this morning.” My eyes haven’t left him since he opened his mouth, but now they do.
It was too good to be true, right?
Of course, it was.
“She’s pregnant.”
I cough. Literally cough, and then splutter.
Choking on his words.
How is that possible?
“Are you serious? Or is this a joke?”
“I was going to tell you in Vegas, but you wanted to leave.”
“Farris…” I shake my head.
This is unbelievable.
“It doesn’t mean anything. It’s you and me, babe. We can get through this.”
“I don’t want kids, Farris,” I tell him honestly, looking toward him again.
“You used to be a nanny,” he says, shaking his head.
He’s getting angry now—angry like I should probably be.
“Do you expect me to be your nanny?” I ask, shocked. I’ve never shared much of my life with Farris, there was no need to tell him what I did previously, and that has worked out well for me. What I did tell him is that I used to be a nanny, but I never told him who I worked for.
“Well, I figured we would take the kid. It’s you I want. Not her.”
How could I not have seen this side of him?
Who does he think I am? Someone who will give up everything to raise his kid, obviously. There’s no fucking way.
“I want to go home, Farris.”
“No.” He slams his hands on the wheel and speeds up, running a red light, and I scream at him, “Farris, calm down.”
“No. I’ll tell her I don’t want it.”
“It’s your child, Farris,” I say and go to reach for him, but a horn honks, and he speeds up even more, throwing me back into my seat. “Farris, slow down. You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being ridiculous,” he scoffs out, then laughs. “I’m not even allowed to kiss you. Yet, I am being ridiculous.” His hands slam on the wheel again and again, making me flinch. “You say you love me, you wear my ring, and you won’t even damn well kiss me. What the hell is wrong with you, Chanel?”
“Let me out of this fucking car, Farris.” My voice comes out shakier than I want it to, but it’s still strong enough to gain his attention as I remove my seat belt to make a hasty exit.
“Fuck you!” he snarls, and I watch it all happen in slow motion.
I don’t see my life flash in front of my eyes like they all say.
No. Instead, it’s like everything is at the slowest possible speed ever.
My hands clutch the seat belt I removed, but I know it’s not going to help.
Farris opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out as his body is slammed into the steering wheel.