Page 68 of Regrets

We both were.

It’s unbelievable how happy we’ve both been the past couple of weeks.

And thanks to therapy, that fact doesn’t absolutely gut me.

“You okay?”

He just grumbles as he starts up the hill toward the house.

Something is definitely up. When he parks the car, I climb out, feeling the wind kick up and blow my hair all over the place.

I pull the black scrunchie from my wrist and use it to tie my hair as I follow him up to the porch, his body showing his tension.

“Linc, what the hell is going on?” I grip his forearm, forcing him to look at me as we reach the top step.

“I don’t think I should tell you, P.”

“What’s going on?” I feel a chill through my body and try to joke, hoping he’s just messing with me. “Are you pregnant? Because I’ll be there for you.”

He doesn’t laugh, not at all.Shit. Not even a smirk.“I’mnot.”

“Someone is?” I take a seat on one of the outdoor chairs, unable to stand any longer with the horrible feeling I have in my gut. I wrap my hands around my stomach.

“No. Not anymore. She had the baby.”

I swallow, the lump in my throat not going away. “Who?”Did he get someone pregnant?

“Vivienne Crenshaw.”

I search my memory for that name, but I’ve never heard it before. “Who is she?”

His fingers rake through his wavy brown hair as I look at him, begging for answers. “She went to our school. She was younger than me, a class below you.”

What the hell is going on?

I stand up, my hands shaking at my sides as I look into his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“She was waiting here for me when I got back this afternoon. With her baby.”

“Are you the father?”

I don’t have any rights to Linc. And I definitely didn’t a year ago, since the child is already born.

His head slides slowly from side to side. “No.”

I search his face, seeing his sorrow. My hands will not stop shaking as I flex them at my sides. “Who is?”

He looks away from me, and I watch his chest fill with air before he blows it out and faces me again. “Colt.”

No. No. No.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

He seems to accept my anger with no issue. It doesn’t faze him. “Not about this.”

“That’s total bullshit. And when does this girl say he got her pregnant?”

“A month before prom.” I gulp, looking into Linc’s eyes and struggling to breathe. He wouldn’t touch me.

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