Page 138 of Deceit

One hour, one day, at a time.

If I think any deeper, it only sinks me further into self-loathing and pity.

When we arrive at my house, Mills walks in with me. Scarlett is sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and her kindle. And when she sees us, she smiles.

Now, I’m not sure if the pretty curl of her lips is for me or the asshole next to me, but I’m not going to bother acknowledging it. Nor am I going to accuse the man next to me for trying to pork my sister if he hasn’t even thought about it.

I can warn him, though.

“Hey,” she professes, rising from her chair in her pink pajamas. “You doing okay?”

Take that, Mills, you fucker.

“Yeah, I just stopped for a drink.”

Mills snickers. “Yeah, I found him talking to a friend.”

I fight the urge to thrust my elbow into his chest as Scarlett walks to the kitchen counter…in bunny slippers.

“You want some coffee?”

“Thanks, Scar,” Mills replies for us. “That’d be great.”

He begins to make his way to our dining room table, but I grab him by the collar of his tee and hurl him back. I also take the opportunity to glare at him before stepping ahead and taking my own chair.

Scarlett doesn’t notice the shuffle, running to the coffee pot that she bought for us last week, and caters to what I need. I’m still adjusting to allowing her to do just the simple things like cook dinner every night and make special desserts for us, but I appreciate the effort.

I like them here.

I like coming home to a family who wants to see me.

I like Maddy and her innocent little spirit and annoying questions.

The thud of boots hit the hardwood floors from the back of the house, hinting that Hardy is still up.

When he walks into the room, he’s chuckling and behind him follows a blonde.

A blonde that I’ve seen before.

A blonde that was just sucking my dick about an hour ago.

“Hey, guys.” Hardy uses one of his hands to spotlight Lucy. “This is my girlfriend—“ I don’t pick up anything else he says because I already know who the hell she is and what she obviously did.

All I hear is Mills’s mumbled “shit” and my uttered “fuck”.

I haven’t worked a dangerous case ever since Ledger found out that I was pregnant. He was ecstatic while I was torn between excited and absolutely terrified. BY my mother not being much of a mom, I’m hoping that some sort of motherly hunch kicks in when I give birth.

I’m afraid I’ll become my worst nightmare, and at that point, I’ll just off myself to save my kids the trouble.

Yep, I said kids—twins.

I’m having twins.

Two kids because, fuck me for getting to try this motherhood thing with one little life in the balance but multiple.

I made the technician doing the ultrasound check three times and all Alexander did was laugh.

I wanted to die a little.

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