Page 55 of Skating the Blue Line
“He knows I’m pregnant, but not that I’m keeping it. I haven’t told him yet. We definitely have a lot to figure out.”
I have to keep my fingers crossed that Liam is okay with my decision. If he’s not, that’s on him. I would really like for him to be involved though. He seems like the type of man that will be a great dad.
“Are you two together?” my mom and I should have expected it.
“No.” I say way too quickly.
If things were different, I totally can see myself being with Liam. But I’m not going to get with the guy just because he got me pregnant.
A baby does not make a relationship.
I know my mom wants to add something else regarding Liam, but thankfully she doesn’t.
“I’m happy for you, Chloe. I can’t wait to meet mi niñito.”
“Thank you, Mami.” I say, smiling into the phone.
“Ahora, mi pregunta para ti, who’s going to tell your papi that he’s going to be a grandpa?” She asks.
By the way that she sounds asking the question, I know that not only is she smiling at the thought of becoming a grandma, she’s excited.
“I’ll call him and Anabella later today,” I promise.
My dad will probably have a calm reaction to the news were as my sister, she’s probably going to go crazy the second the words are out of my mouth.
Soon after I promise to make the call, the call with my mom ends.
I didn’t know how much I needed one of her talks until I pressed the end button.
Talking to her made me believe in and accept my decision wholeheartedly.
There is no more three percent of doubt trying to get through.
All I need to do is let Liam know on what I finally decided and hope that he is on board.
And if he is, maybe we can figure out a type of relationship, a platonic one because no way am I capable of being someone’s girlfriend right now, that will work for us.
Fingers crossed.
I’m about to get up from my place on the couch to look for something to eat when my phone starts to ring again.
For a second, I completely forgot that I texted Liam to call me when he had a chance. I guess he got a chance, and not even a few seconds after he popped into my head.
A small smile forms on my lips as I answer the call.
“Hey.” I say, feeling nervous all of the sudden.
“Hey, you okay? You said to call,” Liam says, sounding out of breath, like he was just running or something.
“Are you at practice?” I ask, not wanting to take away his time from his teammates.
“It just finished. What’s up?” He asks, more worried than curious.
“I wanted to tell you something, but it can wait. I don’t have to tell you right now.” I stammer. I want to tell him, I do, but I don’t know how he will react, especially in a locker room.
“Chloe. What’s going on?” When his voice is low like that, memories from our nights together start rolling back in.
I push all thoughts of us having sex and concentrate on the task at hand.
