Page 78 of Accidental Vegas Vows

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Whatever look Sophie gave him was enough to calm his complaints.

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We picked up a box of ten tests and an unhealthy amount of McNuggets on our way back to Damien’s house. I hadn’t checked with him regarding having Sophie over, but I didn’t give a shit at this point.

Not when all of the ten tests were laid out in front of me on the bathroom counter, each one showing two bold red lines.

The faint sound of cartoons drifted in from downstairs and mixed almost harmoniously with the gasps for air through my tears. This wasn’t how anything was supposed to happen, this wasn’t what I’d imagined for my life. But it all made sense now — the nausea, the smells, the hormones. I was an idiot for not noticing.

“It’s okay,” Sophie cooed, her hand rubbing small circles on the top of my back. A string of snot slipped from my nose and fell disgustingly into the bathroom sink. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“It’s not okay,” I sobbed, leaning down to put my head in my hands. “This isn’t how any of this was supposed to happen. I got drunkenly married in Vegas, fell in fucking love with a man twice my age, and now I’m pregnant with his Goddamn child when he very clearly told me he didn’t want another.”

I didn’t care that I’d said it. It was out there, I couldn’t take it back, couldn’t un-speak love if I tried. And going off of what Sophie had said earlier, it was already obvious.

“He might change his mind once he knows,” she said softly. “It’s okay to do things differently than you thought you would. Things don’t have to go to plan.”

“I’m not telling him,” I croaked.

Her hand paused. “You have to tell him.”

I shook my head and wiped the bubbling snot from my nostrils. “I don’t. I’ll break my own fucking heart if I have to.”

Her jaw hardened as her lips pressed into a thin line. “You can’t do what his ex did to him, Liv. That’s not fair and he’s not done anything to deserve that.”

She was right, and I hated it.

I couldn’t hide it forever. Even if he wanted to keep seeing me, even if he felt the way I did, I couldn’t conceal a baby bump. And if I told him and he agreed to stay with me, would he even be with me because he wanted to be?

Would he be with me because he felt he had to?

Chapter 30

Damien

I’d barely been able to look at her without wanting to throw myself off the Golden Gate Bridge.

The guilt was eating me alive. Olivia was everywhere, it seemed — at home, at work, in my head, in my sheets. She hadn’t even been sleeping in her room anymore, and there were only so many times I could put off going to bed in the hopes that she’d be asleep when I finally joined her. As much as I wanted to spend every waking second with her and Noah, every time her eyes met mine, I couldn’t stop thinking about the papers.

I felt like a monster.

And even as I sat alone in my office at home, my eyes glued to a blank screen and my mind whirring, I couldn’t escape her. I could never escape her.

“Dame.”

She stood in the doorway, her wavy hair tucked up into a messy bun. The shirt of mine that she wore was my old university shirt, the logo taking up the majority of the front, and it fell down just past her upper thighs, practically swallowing her. I had to battle myself not to get up from my desk and pull her into my arms.

“Are you still working?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I lied, the weight of it practically cracking my chest. “I’m sorry.”

She rolled her lips between her teeth. “You’ve been working too much lately.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Between the lawsuits and getting your project off the ground, it’s been a lot. It should calm down here soon.”

She nodded, but I wasn’t sure if it was more to herself or me. A beat of silence passed between us as if she was expecting me to fill it, but I didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know what else I could offer that wasn’t just lie after lie after Goddamn lie. “I put Noah to bed. I hope that’s okay.”

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