place at the side of the room, leaning back against the wall. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, and he looked down at his feet.
The longer he stood there, saying nothing, the angrier I got. I could feel it boiling within me, and at any time I feared I would explode.
“Say something,” I said.
Silence once again.
“Damn it, Gavin. Say something or just leave.” I fought back the sob that tried to escape.
He lifted his head and his eyes met mine. “Were you gonna tell me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Yeah, when?” his faced held little emotion. It was a blank canvas and it was killing me, not knowing what he was thinking.
“Tonight, I was gonna tell you tonight,” I said.
“How long have you known?” he asked. He pushed off the wall to take a step in my direction. “How long have you known that you’ve been carrying my child?”
I single tear ran down my cheek as I whispered the answer. “Since I got back into town, after my daddy’s funeral.”
He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair—gripping at the edges and tugging, hanging his head low.
Once again he was silent, and all I could do was stare at him, pleading for him to understand why I had waited. I should have told him immediately, I know that. I was scared of his reaction—hell, I was terrified myself. I had to let it sink in and settle. I had to accept it myself.
“I never meant to hide it from you. I was gonna tell you. I just wanted to go to the doctor first. I had an appointment tomorrow.” I was rambling, but I was scared he would leave me before I could explain.
“But then after last night, I realized that I didn’t want to wait any longer to tell you. I planned on telling you this morning, but you were gone when I woke up,” I explained.
“So it’s my fault I didn’t know?” he asked. “I should have known that day, Maria. I should have been the first person you called once you found out. I had the right to know.” He looked so lost.
“No, it was my fault. You’re right. I should have told you sooner.”
We were interrupted by the nurse once again, as she and the nurse’s aide came into the room. I was scheduled for a D&C, and they were ready for me.
My heart broke as I watched Gavin slip from the room. I felt like everything around me had shattered into a million pieces, and all I wanted was Kori. I needed my best friend; I needed her support.
“Sweetheart, is there anything I can do for you?” the kind nurse asked as she looked down at me. Yes, she could chase after that damn cowboy who just left my room. She could chase him down and explain to him that I needed him. I wanted him to hold me and tell me that we would be okay.
“Could you, um,” I started to ask as my voice cracked with emotion. I took a moment to steady myself before continuing. “Could you actually call my momma for me?”
She reached out and took my hand in hers, squeezing gently. “Of course I can.”
***
As I was wheeled back into my hospital room, after the procedure, I found my momma and brother Colt waiting for me.
The moment my eyes locked onto my mother’s, the tears once again began to fall. I was exhausted and heartbroken.
Colt stepped forward, surprising me by taking me into his arms and squeezing me close.
“You okay, baby girl?” he asked, and all I could do was shake my head.
“We’re here. We ain’t leaving your side. I promise you that,” he assured me.
I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be okay again—something that felt like it was impossible to reach.
I lost my baby, and the man I’m in love with walked out on me when I needed him the most.
I was devastated.
Chapter Eleven
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