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head as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
    I turned and walked back over to my car just as Nick was backing up, and
turning to head down the road. A small smile crept over my lips. What had just
happened here? Were we dating again? We really hadn’t discussed what this would
mean. Feeling lighter and completely emotionally worn down, I headed home. My
brain and heart had suffered enough today. I needed to go to bed. I’d talk to
Nick at work tomorrow and find out what this really meant. Right now…I just
wanted to bottle this feeling I had up. I knew that we’d have a rocky road
ahead of us. This one conversation was not going to fix all our problems.
    ooooooooo

 
    Nick
    What just happened? I pulled into Dave’s without even realizing that I
was driving there. Had I just agreed to try again with Leah? What the hell
possessed me to do that? I climbed out of my truck and stalked into the bar. My
brother was in his usual spot along with a few of our friends. Their table was
littered with beer bottles, and a loud raucous of laughter was coming from
their direction.
    “Nick,” Cam called over the group. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    I shook my head at his obvious inebriation, and headed over to the
table. Cam had a habit of blowing off steam by drinking himself into a stupor.
Normally I wouldn’t care, I’d be right there with him, but lately it was like
he was trying to erase a memory or something. I knew I had no room to talk when
it came to that. I can’t tell you how many nights I sat here with a bottle of
Jack drowning the memories of Leah.
    Once I sat down beside him, he slung his arm around me and leaned into
my face breathing his beer breath on me. “Hey, Buuuuddy,” he snickered. “You
have a good day?”
    “Cam…why the fuck are you so drunk?” I groaned as I pushed him back a
little.
    “It’s Sarah,” he shook his head. “She’s pregnant,” he downed another
shot before picking up the bottle on the table and pouring another. “She says
it’s mine,” he lifted the glass and tossed it back. “Fucking bitch lied to me,”
he slammed it back down, “Said we were protected.”
    “I think that’s enough,” I placed my hand on the bottle and moved it out
of his reach. “I can’t believe you jackasses let him get this way,” I glared at
the two douche bags sitting at the table across from my brother.
    “Hey man,” douche bag number one said, “he was like that when we got
here.”
    Cam crossed his arms on the table and dropped his head as he mumbled,
“How am I going to raise a kid? I don’t know anything about babies.”
    “You’ll learn,” I nudged him. “Come on…I’ll take you home,” I stood from
the table, tossed some bills down, and helped Cam out to my truck. This day
just kept getting better and better. How the hell did I go from being the
town’s rebel to the responsible adult?
    ooooooooo
    When we pulled up to my house, Cam was leaning against the door sound
asleep. “Hey,” I poked him in the side, “I’m not carrying you asshole. Wake
up!”
    Cam lifted his head and then flipped me off before pushing his door
open, and attempting to stand. “Seriously dude, what am I going to do? I don’t
want a kid, and she waited too long to do anything about it. I got no choice in
it now.”
    “You shoulda wrapped it…that’s what you shoulda done,” I chuckled lightly.
It wasn’t funny, but I couldn’t help it. It seemed like the women in mine and
my brother’s lives had a habit of making decisions without our input.
    “She said she was on the pill,” he grumbled again.
    “Yeah well…that doesn’t always work,” I helped him up my front steps and
into the house. “You should always wrap it just in case.”
    “Now you tell me,” he glanced over his shoulder at me. “Some big brother
you are.”
    “I’m gonna let that slide,” I glared at him “because I know you know
better, and you’re drunk. Don’t ever accuse me of not