Page 66 of Forced Pregnant Mate

“Well… it’s a shame to hear you say that, because I’m planning another one here.”

“What?”

“Your old school crowd want to organize it, so I agreed. We’re going to hold it at Gladys’ diner—she offered it to us.”

“That’s really nice of her. Where are you staying?”

“I’ve got a mattress set up in the spare rooms above the bar. I can’t go back to the shack.” I can hear the pain in his voice.

“I understand. I’d never want to go back there, either.”

“Technically, all of this belongs to you. What would you want to do with it?”

Burn it to the fucking ground.

“I don’t know. It’s not something I can decide right now. I’ll talk to you when I come over. When is this shower?”

“Is tomorrow okay? If it’s not, I’ll let the others know.”

“No, it’s fine. I’d love to see you! I feel like it’s been forever.”

“Me too,” he says.

“I’ll check with Jack and text you when I’m sure.”

“Okay, sounds good! Love you, big sis.”

“Love you, too.”

We say our goodbyes, and I look around, wondering what Jack got up to after the party. Even though it’s dark in the house, the sun is only just setting, and it’s not too late yet.

I call Jack, wondering where he went.

“Hey, babe,” he answers.

“Hi, Jack. Where are you?”

“I had to run into work for a late delivery. Are you okay, do you need anything?”

“No, it’s cool. It’s just that Sam wants to hold a little party out at Gladys’ diner tomorrow. Are you up for it?”

“Sure! Sounds good. We can leave in the morning.”

“Awesome, I’ll pack. Thank you, Jack.”

“Don’t mention it, my love. I won’t be late.”

“Good to hear it. See you soon.”

After we hang up I head to the bedroom to pack. We might end up staying in Silverton overnight, so I want to take a few things just in case. When I get to the bedroom I find that Jack has neatly folded my new clothes and set up my other gifts on the bathroom sink, as well as moving the baby’s things to the nursery.

I can’t believe how considerate and thoughtful he is!

About halfway through deciding what to pack, I get a text message from Sam saying he’s on his way to see me tonight. I stare at the screen for a few seconds, completely mystified.

We’re coming over there tomorrow. Why the hell is he driving over here now?

I’m about to text back when there’s a knock on the door. Feeling a sharp twist of fear in my stomach, I head towards the door.

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