Page 37 of An Unhinged Wedding

Willow stumbles backward as if I slapped her across the face, “What?”

“I’m having an abortion in a week.”

Covering her mouth with her hand as if she’s horrified, she says, “Oh Mia.”

“I’m sorry.”

Shaking her head, she adds, “I don’t like it. My heart hurts, but if this is what you and Trevor have decided I have to accept it.”

Her eyes widen when she sees the expression on my face. Willow is very good at reading people. It’s one of the reasons she’d be an asset to this business if only she were willing.

“He doesn’t know,” she whispers.

“No. And you can’t tell him.”

Willow sinks onto the bed like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders, “Mia. He deserves to know. This isn’t right. He wants a child so badly. You’re going to destroy him.”

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to protect my breaking heart, “I know. But Will, I can’t have a baby because it’s what he wants.”

“Don’t drink tonight. Take time to think about it. The decision is yours, but I think you should tell him. He has the right to know. Yes, it’s you that’s pregnant, but it’s his baby too. You’re making a life altering decision with no input from him. How would you feel if the roles were reversed?”

I stand, completely done with this conversation. “I’ll think about it. Can we go? You’re killing my bachelorette vibe.”

She laughs as she stands off the bed, “Yeah, the guys are probably wondering why we aren’t there yet.”

We walk back to the living room, where Jade and Ivy are cackling like a couple of drunk college girls.

“I’m just saying, some things are better left in books,” Ivy says.

Jade howls with laughter, “Like brothers and sisters fucking?”

Ivy glares at her, “Adopted. Not blood.”

Jade falls to the couch with laughter, and Ivy says, “Shut up, hoe!”

Willow and I laugh at their antics. Ivy had very few friends. She and Jade have connected beautifully, and I love to see it. She was never trafficked, but Ivy’s story isn’t much better than the rest of ours. They constantly rib each other, reminding me a lot of Hunter and Trevor.

Raising an eyebrow, I say, “If you children are done our men are waiting.”

They giggle but follow between Willow and me out of the hotel room and to the elevator. We make it up to the rooftop bar and instantly find our men sitting at a table near the balcony.

Trevor's hazel eyes meet my emerald ones with an intense gaze. My breath hitches. His traveling stare lights me ablaze. All three of the girls take seats beside their men, but Trevor takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap.

“There’s a chair beside you, Trev.”

He growls in my ear, “That’s not fucking close enough. You’ll be a good girl and stay right here where you belong, with your husband.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, “Stalkers normally keep a distance.”

His chest rumbles, vibrating against me as he chuckles, “That’s true until the stalker has been inside you, Kitten. The second I felt that beautiful pussy clamp down on my cock, I knew I’d never be able to bear being away from you.”

The waitress comes around and asks what we’d like to drink.

“Water,” I say, with Willow looking at me with relief etched on her face. I shake my head at her, trying to convey that it doesn’t mean anything.

Trevor puts his thumb and forefinger on my chin, tilting my face to his, “Why aren’t you drinking? Are you feeling okay?”

I smile through my lie, “I had some alcohol earlier and I need water. I don’t want to be dehydrated tomorrow.”

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