Page 26 of The Promise
Chapter Six
When I wake up,Blake’s still wrapped around me but he’s covered us with theduvet.
“Hey, beautiful.” The smile he gives me takes my breathaway.
“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to fallasleep.”
“It’s fine. I love watching you sleep.” I look away from his eyes, feeling embarrassed. “Hey,” he says, grabbing on to my cheek to turn my head back before lowering his lips to mine. His kiss reminds me of everything I’ve been missing the last few weeks—the tenderness, the companionship, thelove.
“I need to pee,” he says when he pulls back and tugs his arm out from underme.
The second he gets out of bed, I delight in watching his nakedness walk around the room. I think about that perky arse while he bangs about in the bathroom. When he reappears, the expression on his face isn’t what I wasexpecting.
“What’swrong?”
“I think you’ve got something to explain,” he says in a weird voice, pausing in the doorway. “Why are these in your bathroom?” He lifts his arm, tossing my box of pregnancy vitamins onto thebed.
Oh fuck. This wasn’t how this was meant togo.
“Addison,” he practicallygrowls.
One look at his angry, confused face is all I need to push me over the edge, and I burst intotears.
I don’t expect him to come rushing to me but I could really do with being held right aboutnow.
“I’m so sorry,” I sob, trying to wipe my tears away with the backs of myhands.
“Is itmine?”
“What?” Of all the things for him to ask, that was the last Iexpected.
“Who else’s would itbe?”
“How the fuck should I know? I didn’t even know you were fucking pregnant. For fuck’s sake, Addison, when exactly were you going to tell me?” he asks angrily, tugging his clotheson.
“I don’tknow.”
“You don’t fucking know?” He stops buttoning up his jeans and turns his eyes on me. They’re dark and angry, nothing like I’ve seen from him before. “You’re walking around carrying my fucking kid and you don’t know when you were going to tell me. How long have youknown?”
“A couple ofweeks.”
“Oh, this just gets better and fucking better.” He starts pacing in front of the bed and he tugs at hishair.
“I thought you were fucking someone else, Blake. I was a fucking mess. I didn’t know what I was doing, I even went to London to—” I stop what I was saying when he pauses in front of me and gives me a hardstare.
“To what, Addison?” I stare at him, unable to vocalise what I was going to do. “To. Do. What?” he repeats. I can’t even describe it as angry, He’sappalled.
“I didn’t do anything,” I say as my tears start again. “I thought I wanted to but I didn’t.Juliette—”
“Juliette fucking knows? Who else knows? Am I the last to fucking findout?”
“She only knows because she followed me to theappointment.”
“For fuck’s sake, Addison.” I watch as he continues pacing, alternating between pulling at his hair and rubbing his hands across his face. He stops when his phone starts ringing and pulls it from his pocket. He takes one look at the screen and cancels thecall.
“Who is it?” I ask, but I don’t get aresponse.
“I can’t deal with this right now,” he says as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, shoves his feet in his shoes, and storms from the room, then theflat.
