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I heard Mom’s car in the driveway. She walked to the door and looked surprised to see me.

“Hello, my honey,” she said.

I walked to her and hugged her.

“What’s wrong?”

I wanted to tell her everything was fine. I wanted to tell her I was okay. But the moment I opened my mouth, I started crying. I couldn’t bite back the tears. She must have realized something was seriously wrong, because she took my hand and stroked the back of it with her thumb.

“Come with me to the kitchen,” she said. “We need tea.”

I followed her and sat down in the breakfast nook while she bustled around the kitchen, making tea and taking out cookies from the pantry. This was exactly what I had needed. A warm cup of tea, comfort food, and a mom that would listen to all my woes without judging.

If I gave up my child for adoption, I could be robbing it of something this special. I would have no control over what was going to happen. But I had no control now, either. It only made me cry harder.

Chapter 24

Brent

I tried to call Rena, but she wasn’t answering her phone. She had to know it was me. I desperately needed to speak to her. I had no idea what had gotten into her. Maybe she was panicked about the fact that she was pregnant with my child.

Pregnant.

She had kicked me out of her apartment like a dog, telling me to leave when I had done all the right things. She had been upset with me for offering to stand by her side.

I hoped she didn’t think I was going to let this go. Because there was no fucking way this was the end of it. I wasn’t going to let her do this on her own. It had taken both of us to get her pregnant, and I wasn’t a piece-of-shit loser that would make her raise that baby alone. Besides, it was my baby, too.

When the condom had broken, it had been a shock to my system. Shit like that wasn’t supposed to happen to people like me. But my money wasn’t a barrier, warding off everything that could go wrong. All it would do for me was to help me deal with the situation. But it had still happened, and whether Rena liked it was beside the point. She was stuck with me now. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer until we took the time to sit down and talk about it like adults.

If she finally decided that she didn’t want me in her life, there would be nothing I could do about it. But until she told me in so many words that she wanted me to leave her alone, I was going to fight for her. I was going to fight for my child and make it work between the three of us. It wasn’t only the right thing to do, it was what I wanted to do.

The time ticked by, and I waited for Rena to come into the office. Now that she wasn’t my secretary anymore, she didn’t come in so early. She came in at a normal time like the rest of us. I, on the other hand, had come to work early because I had been restless, unable to sleep later than the crack of dawn. Which made this a waiting game.

I made myself a cup of coffee before sitting at my desk and typing up an ad for a new secretary. HR usually did it for me, but I was bored. They could put it out after I was done with it. I needed something to kill time.

The idea of a new secretary was a strange one, but it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Now that I had promoted Rena, the balance was better. If we were going to be parents together, I wanted us to be equals. I didn’t want her, or anyone else, to think that she was below me because of her station.

Rena should have come in by nine, but she wasn’t at her desk when I went in search of her. Her office was empty, and Margaret hadn’t seen her. Maybe she was late.

Or maybe she was wholly uninterested in a life here with me.

I walked back to my desk. I had work to do. I couldn’t run around looking for Rena all day when I had a company to run.

When I returned to my desk, there was an email waiting for me. Rena had let me know she wasn’t coming in today.

My stomach sank. I had hoped to see her. We had left things so open-ended it was driving me crazy. The second part of her email made me feel a little better. She was taking the time to meet with her sister.

I was proud of her for taking that step. I had seen how hard it was for her when she’d found out about her sister. I had seen how tough it was to meet with the PI. She was doing the right thing, reaching out. My only regret was that I wasn’t there with her. I wanted to be there for her when she went through this difficult and exciting time.

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