Chapter 28
Erin
“Ididn’t mean to fall for him. I just did, and now this!” I paced behind the chair in Monica’s office. I was almost surprised I hadn’t left a path in the carpet yet. The static from half shuffling my feet built up, and I knew if I touched anything it would shock me. It didn’t stop me from spinning when I reached the end of the room and walking back in the other direction while Monica sat in her chair and watched.
“I understand you’re going through a difficult time.” Monica sat up, putting her hands in her lap.
“It was just supposed to be a revenge fuck.” I giggled, the small chuckle turning into a roar of laughter. When Monica tilted her head, I just laughed louder. I felt ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop.
“And what is it now?” I stopped in my tracks, turning to face her.
“I—” What was it? “I don’t think it’s anything anymore.” I started walking again, and Monica groaned from her seat.
She gestured to the chair. “Why don’t you have a seat? You’re starting to make me dizzy.”
“Sorry.” I dropped into the chair.
Monica looked at me sympathetically. “And why don’t you think it’s anything anymore?”
“Because Liz is pregnant.” I blinked back tears, still unable to believe it was true. I didn’t want to believe it. Monica looked at me like she had no clue what I was talking about, and I sighed. “She says the baby is Jacob’s.”
Her eyes got wide, and her mouth formed an “O” before she clamped it shut. Usually she was better about hiding her surprise. “What does Jacob say?”
“That there’s no way it’s his baby. He says he can’t have them.” My stomach twisted into a knot that pulled tighter thinking about the pain on his face when he was in my office.
“But you don’t believe him?” She squinted at me, sitting up straighter.
“I want to.” My voice was barely more than a whisper, and I coughed to clear my throat. “It’s hard.” It wasn’t hard to sleep with him. It was even easier to fall for him. So why did I struggle so much to believe that my sister’s baby wasn’t his?
“Is it hard because you love him when you think you shouldn’t?” Monica lifted her eyebrows, and I cringed.
Did I love him? “Yes.”
“If you love him, then I think you should tell him that. Give him a chance to explain.” She looked thoughtful, like she already knew exactly what I would find out when I talked to him. That he was telling the truth and everything would be fine for us.
I rolled my eyes before I closed them. “I told him yesterday I didn’t want to talk to him. I don’t think he wants to talk to me now.”
“You have no way to know that unless you try.” She was right. I needed to try, but when I thought about it, my stomach sank.
I shook my head and checked my watch, grabbing my bag from next to the chair when I saw that my session was ending. “I don’t think I can.”
“Well, that would be your call, but I’d hate to see you let someone that makes you happy go over a misunderstanding. If it’s not his baby, then you could miss out on true love.” Monica nodded as if to agree with herself. “Just think about it.”
I sighed. “I will.”