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And I’ll always be here.

Always be here.

I was scared out of my mind.

Sure I’d never want that in my life.

Like a wisp of smoke, you’re nothing but air

A broken dream. Now I’m left with despair.

You could’ve been, should’ve been

Would’ve been mine.

I could’ve been, would’ve been

Should’ve been yours.

But you’ll move on, baby girl.

You’ll be loved from afar, baby girl.

And I’ll always be here.

Always be here.”

The last notes ring through the air like a siren, and I wipe beneath my eyes, choking on the ball of emotion lodged in my throat. At what could’ve been. Should’ve been. But all fell apart.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” I whisper.

“Don’t be.” He kisses the crown of my head. “It was strange, ya know? To have this potential daughter, only to realize she belongs to my best friend––”

“What?!” a loud, booming voice interrupts from the doorway. Our attention snaps to the culprit.

And my jaw drops.

“H-hey, Milo,” I squeak.

Shit.

Chapter Forty

Dove

“Which best friend?” Milo growls. His entire body is practically vibrating from the doorway and is absolutely terrifying. With my back still pressed to the edge of Gibson’s bed, I gulp and pull my knees to my chest, wishing I could disappear. I don’t do confrontation, and I have a feeling that shit’s about to go down.

The guy is pissed.

Gibson pushes himself to his feet but keeps his hands raised in surrender as he approaches Milo one slow step at a time. “Hey, man––”

“Answer the question.”

Gibson’s gaze darts over to me, then back to his best friend. “Em. She, uh…”

“Tell me.” His voice is quiet. Calculated. And freaking lethal.

Scrubbing his hand over his face, Gibson mutters, “She was pregnant, man.”

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