Page 60 of Accidental Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

“Babe, it hurts to see you like this.” Christie sighs softly in the darkness and wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. “But you’re gonna end up sick if you don’t try to move on from him.” Her tone softens. “At least for your baby.”

“You say it like it’s so easy.”

“I know it isn’t, but you have to at least try, my love. All of this isn’t good for you.”

“My child? I didn’t ask for one. Maybe I’d still have Liam if ‘this child’ didn’t come into the equation.”

I shouldn’t say that but I just can’t hold back. The hurt I’m feeling has pretty much robbed me of my filter and my only hope of escape is to pour all my anger and sadness out.

“You shouldn’t say that and you know it. I get that you’re hurt but this is your child. And I remember telling you a while back not to let yourself fall too much for him.”

There it is, the ‘I told you’ moment I’ve been waiting for ever since I arrived at Christie’s with my face puffy, red, and eyes swollen from crying.

“Right. You can go ahead and say it, Christie.”

“Say what?”

“I told you so. I know you want to.”

“Poor Lily.” Christie says, hugging me even tighter and I break down in sobs again. This hurts in more ways than I ever imagined or can explain. Fuck! Damn you Liam. Damn, you and your sweet looks and even sweeter words.”

“Maybe he’s just scared. Maybe he still needs time to think things through.” I can hear myself speaking and it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“It’s been over a week now, babe. If he was gonna have a rethink, he would have reached out already.”

“How can you be so sure? Maybe he's waiting for me to reach out…I need to see him.”

Christie’s face scrunches up as if she just ate something bitter.

“Lily…”

“What is it?”

“You’re being delusional right now. And you’re only gonna get yourself hurt even more.”

“It can’t get any worse than what it is right now.”

“OK.. Suit yourself.”

She shrugs as she leans against me. After another minute or two of silence, she adds quietly: “But if it’s gonna make you feel any better, then go for it. But again, don’t get your hopes up. And if you try and he’s still dumb enough to reject you and the baby, then maybe we should take the option and burn his apartment with him in it. Maybe the art gallery too, so just in case he survives, he’s gonna suffer the consequences of his actions for a little while longer. What do you think?” Christie asks sarcastically, with a sympathetic grin.

I roll my eyes and laugh bitterly. She always knows how to cheer me up. “I’m not so sure I have enough cash to pay for bail or a lawyer.”

“I’d gladly go to jail for you babe.”

“Thanks, but I need you here. We need you here.” I say, rubbing my lower belly.

“Of course, babe.” She whispers.We lay there wrapped together for a while without speaking a word before she finally breaks the silence. “You’re going to be okay. Everything’s gonna work out okay eventually? You’ve got me, babe. You don’t need to see Liam. If anything, let him come to you.”

That’s the sane thing to do, but the sane part of me is too exhausted to care anymore. Every iota of self pride I used to have has been washed away with my tears.

“I want to but I feel this is the only way I can move on from him.”

“Your mind is pretty much made up I see?”

I nod in reply and sniffle quietly.

“I guess.”

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