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He shook his head. "If you weren't a kid person, Lucas, you wouldn't watch them. You wouldn't offer." Miles shook his head. "You just come from a pack that didn't understand you don't have to push someone to the brink of breaking to raise a good kid. Not everything comes from an iron fist."

"She doesn't want me," I state.

Miles raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

I paused, suddenly unsure about everything.

“Why don’t you stop being afraid of seeing where this can go and just allow it to happen? Win her over.”

Chapter 21 - Gina

My eyes were glued to my computer when I heard the front door open. I glanced up, seeing Lucas. He looked tense as he shut the door behind him, and the entryway fell silent again.

I looked away, forcing my eyes back to the computer. We hadn't really spoken since the other day, and I didn't know what to say. I could hardly stomach it, let alone wrap my head around what the hell we were going to do.

"I brought lunch," Lucas said, stepping into the living room. I looked up, spotting the familiar white bag. I could smell chicken, and my stomach growled in appreciation. He turned, looking at the dining area I had started to clear out. There weren't as many boxes as before, so we could actually sit down to eat properly.

"I see you've been busy today," he said. I shut my laptop, walking after him, feeling the words bubbling up. What are we going to do? About this baby? How were we going to raise it when our relationship was fake?

But I didn't voice them. I didn't know if I was ready to hear what he thought.

"I got chicken soup." He set everything out. "And finger sandwiches. I figured they were safe to eat."

I looked at him, but he avoided eye contact, keeping his eyes on the food. I wondered if he wasn't sure how to bring it up, either.

"You didn't have to," I said. "I know how to cook and buy my own food."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze going towards my kitchen, which was still a mess. I rolled my eyes. "Just because I don't have a kitchen doesn't mean I don't eat. Look, I got my fridge in."

He tilted his head, making a face. "And what is in your fridge?"

"I…" I froze, not sure I should tell him. It was basic: milk, soda, and water. Some string cheese and snacks but no actual food. "That's not important."

He smirked. "I figured. Which is why I brought you food." He slid me a sandwich, and I took a seat, unwrapping it. The scent hit me, but my stomach didn't twist up violently. It just growled with hunger.

I took a bite and tested myself to see if I could stomach it. After a few moments, I took a couple more. I glanced at Lucas, who was staring at me. I could see he wanted to say something but was holding back.

I shifted in my seat and looked out towards the kitchen and the woods. I decided that maybe we weren't ready to talk about the baby, but we could talk about anything else.

"How is patrol going?"

Lucas shrugged. "It's going fine. There hasn't been much activity since that night here."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. I could still see the shadow in my head from that night. I didn't know who it was, but my wolf had been on guard after that.

"I'm sure it was nothing," I said, a lie I kept telling myself to feel better. I knew it was stupid, but it made me feel better. It let me forget about it, at least.

Lucas frowned across the table. "I am not going with that."

I froze mid-bit, seeing how his eyes remained firm and stern on me. I swallowed slowly. "Lucas, it was probably just a lone wolf. Nothing happened."

"But something could have happened," he said, mater-of-factually. "Something could have happened because you live directly next to the woods."

"Would you feel better if I moved the house twenty feet more away from the woods?" I asked sarcastically, hoping to get him to at least smile.

He scowled, not enjoying my joke.

"Nothing happened," I tell him. "And nothing has happened since. Maybe you made your point, and they aren't coming back."

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