“They’re a little intense,” I say, taking another sip of tea and setting it down on the end table.
His eyes widen, and he lets out a heavy breath that vibrates his lips like a horse. “A little.”
“I still have to meet your brothers, don’t I?” I stroke Figgy’s ears, focusing on the soft fur instead of my sinking realization that many people are involved in this situation. It’s not going to be as easy as hiding in Zeke’s basement until a solution to my problem magically presents itself, or I have a baby. Whichever comes first.
My stomach clenches at the thought of the future. What will happen when I have the baby?
This is stupid. I should tell them or tell the police.
He claps his hands together and bounces his knee, distracting me. “Yep.”
“I’m overwhelmed.” I slump in my chair. Figgy’s had it with my fidgeting and jumps off my lap.
“My brothers aren’t as pushy. I’ll buy you some time with them. Let you get settled.”
Silence falls over the room, bouncing off the crisp white walls and rich, colourful furniture. This space would be a great space to film in.
Heartbreak rears up and crushes me under its weight. Giving up something I loved, like my channel, was the hardest thing. The thought of never doing it again is debilitating.
At this moment, I’m not sure I’ll ever be settled.