Page 146 of Pretend You Love Me
He turns as he hears me coming behind him.
“Is it mine?” he yells.
I wince.
He points at me, his finger stabbing toward me with each word. “Is it fucking mine?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” He’s still pointing.
I narrow my eyes. “Of course, it’s yours. We can do a paternity test, but I already know what the results will be.”
“What about your boyfriend Craig/Greg? Whatever his name is?”
“I was never with him,” I say.
He jerks back head back.
“I haven't been with anyone but you in over a year.” My voice is hardly above a whisper.
He shakes his head. “But you were going home with him?”
“I lied. He’d already left.”
“Thought he was bigger than me,” he says bitterly.
I laugh. “He might be. I’ll never know.”
He just glares.
“I only saw him once, at the restaurant. I told him I wasn’t ready to date, and he left. If you hadn’t been such a complete asshole, I would have gone home with you that night. I just said the thing about your dick to be mean.”
This shuts him up. He tilts his head up to the sky. He’s covered in snow; his clothes are soaked.
“Are you angry?” I ask.
“Am I angry you didn’t tell me you were pregnant? Yes. I’m fucking angry,” he snaps.
“No, are you angry that I’m pregnant?” I’m blinking back tears.
He recoils. “No.”
He’s shaking his head. “I’m not angry at all about that. It’s not like it’s your fault.”
“Well, it’s notnotmy fault,” I counter.
“Brooklyn, I know we didn’t plan this, but I’m not mad. I am definitely not mad at you over it.”
I don’t respond right away, and then I say softly, “Kip, I’m scared.”
He looks at me, and for the first time, his face softens.
I step toward him. “I’m really scared.”
I take another small step. “We’ve never talked about children. I didn’t know if it’s something you even wanted.”
“I do,” he interrupts.
