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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Abigail
Iwasn’t sure what to think or say when I saw him standing there. How was he going to react? Was he going to completely lose it when he saw my baby bump? Assume that it was someone else’s and want nothing more to do with me?
He didn’t make a move, just stood there looking at me. I got up from the piano and started to walk over towards him. I saw the look of shock on his face, and then a realisation hit him and he almost fell to the ground. If it hadn’t been for Mateus holding him up, he would have. I went to go over to him, but Davi walked over and pulled me into a hug.
“That was amazing, Abigail. Wasn’t it, guys? You have an amazing voice, and hell, you can play a piano almost as good as that reprobate over there.”
I smiled at him, but when I looked over at Kye as he spoke, I could see that he was starting to lose it. That his anxiety levels had obviously increased and he was not only trying to leave, but he was struggling to breathe properly. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He immediately looked up at me as he felt the spark that had always been between us. He seemed to calm as soon as he felt it and his breathing started to slow and become more regular. I smiled at him as I said hello. For a moment, I was worried when he didn’t reply that he didn’t want to be here or talk to me. However, I was relieved when Mateus finally managed to coax him out of his silence.
It became obvious to me that this had been arranged when Kye said that he hadn’t been told I would be here. That Davi and Mateus had brought us together today to try to reconcile, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily. That was, until I heard Davi mention about how he had found Kye last night, and that I had a right to know.
As Davi helped me over to the chair, I started to feel my heart beating faster. I sat down on the chair I had previously sat in and waited for Davi to speak. What could have happened that would require me to sit down? Kye was here. Nothing had happened to him.
I listened as Davi explained how he had found Kye last night in his wrecked house, bottles of bourbon on the floor, and him sitting in the chair. I could feel my anxiety starting to rise as he continued, but it wasn’t until I heard he had a gun in his hand that my heart almost stopped dead. I couldn’t hold back the gasp. I knew why Davi had asked me to sit down now. The thought that Kye had a gun in his hand and what he could have done with it filled me with dread.
I saw Kye looking like he had the night I went into his study. I could see the tears as he turned to walk away from everyone. I needed to stop him. I couldn’t let him walk away with how he was feeling right now without speaking to him, even if it was only to talk about the twins. He had to know they were his. Plus, I would never forgive myself if he went and did something stupid. I got up from my seat and held his arm to stop him. He wouldn’t look at me; I wanted him to see the tears were pouring down my face too.
“Kye, look at me, please.”
When he turned, I gave him a slight smile.
“I think we need to talk.”
I saw Davi and Mateus look at each other. I wasn’t sure if it was because they were worried about what would happen, or if they were just pleased with themselves.
I turned to the guys. “I’ll pop in and say goodbye before I leave. Thanks for a lovely time.”
I started to walk out of the hall, deciding to allow Mateus and Davi time to give Kye a pep talk – or warning, whatever it was – and waited for Kye to meet me in the entrance. I had noticed a small coffee shop just up the road when we came in this morning. I thought that would be the best place to go. Neutral ground, so to speak. There were far too many memories at Kye’s for me to want to go there. Not yet, anyway. It wasn’t too long before Kye came out and joined me.
“Before you say anything, there is a coffee shop down the road. We can talk there.”
“Whatever you want, Abigail.”
It didn’t escape my notice that he hadn’t called me Bonita. Could it be that he no longer loved me, or did he really think that I was carrying another man’s baby? I would know soon enough.
We walked up to the café and sat down outside. Here, no one paid attention to me, especially as I was pregnant. I couldn’t be the famous model and be pregnant, not without the press knowing. The waitress came out and took our order, and we sat there in silence for a moment, neither of us knowing exactly what to say. It was Kye that broke the silence first.
“So how have you been doing? You know, with the pregnancy and all?”
“I’ve been better. It’s not every day you find out you are pregnant and then get chucked out of your boyfriend’s house on the same day.”
I felt bad when I saw the guilt on his face, but I wasn’t going to give in to him that easily. He would have to work at getting me back, and his saying he loved me wasn’t going to work.
“I suppose we need to talk about that, don’t we?”
“We do, but there is something far more important that you need to know. I’m not carrying another man’s child, if that is what you are thinking. I did not come back to Madeira to find you. I came here so your family knew what was going on and so they could be a part our your child’s life.”
I was being very careful not to let on that I was expecting twins. I had that surprise in an envelope that I would give him before I left today.
“I never said that it wasn’t.”
“You didn’t need to. The look on your face earlier told me you were thinking it. Whatever happens, I will be keeping the child. I wasn’t brought up to kill a life, and I’m not about to start. No matter what happens between us, I won’t stop you from seeing them. However, there is one thing I want to get straight with you. I will not get back together with you just because I am pregnant and for the sake of the child. Relationships like that seldom work, and I wouldn’t want our child to go through that heartbreak if we split up again.”
I could see the shock on his face. I was worried that saying this to him would push him away, but I needed him to know the truth. I wanted Kye back for me, not the twins. I wanted the man that had made love to me time and time again. The one that had cherished me, not a man that felt obligated to be with the mother of his children.
“Abigail…Bonita, I—”
