Page 136 of Eternally Yours
Chapter thirty-eight
Cecilia
The comfiest pillow award goes to… SJ!
~ One Week Later ~
It’s the morning of my wedding anniversary and I’m feeling pretty down. Actually, I’ve been feeling down since yesterday just knowing what today is.
I spent all of last night with my phone in my hands, debating if I should call Silas or not. I came close at least five times, but then talked myself out of it.I feel like a chicken shit.
Now that it’s morning, I’ve forced myself to shower and have some breakfast. Even though I only took a bite and couldn’t stomach more.
Morgan already texted, saying I should come up to the house and spend the day watching movies with her. But I’m not really in the mood to see anyone, so I haven’t answered her.
I’m just scraping out my plate into the trash when my phone starts to ring on the counter. I glance over and see the name‘Big Guy’with a heart beside it and a picture of Silas, Milo, and me in bed one morning as the background.
My heart stops and I hurry to put down the plate and fork in the sink. I pick up my phone with trembling hands and take a deep breath. I’m just about to accept the call when it disconnects, so I decide to wait for the voicemail before calling back.
But after five minutes of waiting, the voicemail never comes.
Feeling even worse than I did minutes ago, I put my phone back down and decide to continue binge-watchingThe Big Bang Theorythat I started after receiving his letter. I’ve seen it at least four times already, but it never gets old.
I grab SJ from my bed and drag him to the couch, where I spread him out and lie on top of him with a cover as the TV show plays. I try not to think about the call; it was probably an accident, and he doesn’t even know he called me.
He probably doesn’t even realize what today is...
Voices by the pool pull my attention from the screen while I hit pause on the remote to hear who it is. It’s as I do it that I notice I’ve managed to watch thirteen episodes without getting up from my spot once.
I’m about to get up and look out the window when my door bursts open, and in comes Emma, quickly followed by Morgan and Aubrey.
“Oh my God! We’ve been trying to reach you for hours! What the hell have you been doing?” At that moment, Emma takes in my state of lying on top of SJ and turns to look at the TV, then back at me. “Well, that’s a little depressing...”
“Shut up, okay? It’s my anniversary, and I’m alone. Let me mourn in peace.”
She marches over and pushes my feet off the couch to take a seat. “Nope, not happening. Get up, this is important. Did you talk to Silas?”
“No, I haven’t.” I don’t tell them about the call from this morning because it’s just too depressing.
Her eyes widen. “So you don’t know.” I’m not sure if it’s a question or not.
I look at Morgan and Aubrey, and their expressions are a mix of emotions I can’t decipher. I turn back to Em to ask, “Know what?”
Emma just smiles at me but doesn’t say anything. Morgan does as she takes a step closer. “It’s not his.” It’s the only thing she says, which confuses me even more.
I’m guessing my expression gives my confusion away because a second later Emma grabs onto my forearm tightly. “The baby, Cece. It’s not his.”
My heart begins to pound violently in my ears, my throat constricts, and I suddenly feel dizzy. I place my hand on Emma’s lap, and my other reaches out to grab onto something, but there’s nothing there. Aubrey quickly steps up, kneeling in front of me and grabbing my hand.
“Oh God... this is not the reaction I was expecting. She’s getting pale. I’ll get her a glass of water,” Morgan says with her fingertips to her lips as she jumps into action to fetch me a much-needed glass of water.
“Wh-what? Are... are you sure? H-how do you know?” I’m stumbling over my words, trying to process what they just divulged.
Aubrey smiles and squeezes my hand. “I heard Greyson tell Clay that he and Silas had found out the baby wasn’t his. That she was already pregnant before anything even happened. I don’t know much more, but I messaged Morgan the minute I found out to see if she’d heard something. I didn’t want to bring it up with you in case it wasn’t true.”
“And I questioned Clay right away, and all he said was that it wasn’t his place to talk, and that Silas should be the one to say anything about the matter. Which is my husband’s subtle way of confirming it. So I called up Emma, and we all made ourway over immediately to see if Sy had gotten in touch with you,” Morgan says as she passes me the glass.
I blink a couple of times, finally registering their words. “It’s not his?” It’s not supposed to come out as a question, but it does.
