screaming into the night. Instead, I opened the door because there was yet another knock on it.
Thinking Leigh forgot something, I yanked it open, surprised to see Lana Dunk standing there. “Hey, Lana. I wasn’t expecting you. Come on in,” I said and held the door open for her.
Officer Dunk cleared her throat. “Thanks, but I just came by to drop these off. I meant to get by here earlier, but I got held up at the station,” she explained and held out a sealed envelope to me. “These are unofficial, off-the-record copies of some papers that were found folded under the pillowcase on what we presume to be Heidi’s bed. I thought it was something you should read. And I trust those copies will disappear when you’re finished with them.”
“Of course,” I agreed and took the envelope from her. “Thank you.”
“Take care, Bronze. Kiss that cute baby girl for me.”
With that, she left, and I returned to my bedroom with the envelope practically burning my hands. I couldn’t begin to imagine what was inside, but I hoped the words I was about to read would be the words Blue and I would need to get through the tough road ahead of us.
To The Person Reading This,
Sorry. Dear Diary seemed silly, but I felt like it needed some kind of salutation even though you’re probably a stranger. Sorry again. I’m stalling because I don’t want to write what I’m about to write. I’m going to do it anyway because it needs to be done, but I don’t want to. Okay, enough of that. Here we go.
I have a bad feeling about the delivery. I don’t know if it’s because of the situation Paige has put us in or if my feelings about something bad happening are valid. If something happens and I die during childbirth, I hope Bronze finds out about the baby. It was never my intention to keep my pregnancy from him. I hope he doesn’t hold anything against Paige. I know it was the news of my pregnancy that sent her over the edge, and I highly suspect she hasn’t been taking any of her medications for a while. Unfortunately, I don’t have access to her bottles and can’t count the pills like I used to when this happened. She refuses to talk to me about anything related to her mental health.
Anyway, if something happens to me, I want Bronze to raise the baby. I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl. If it’s a boy, I want to name him after his father. If it’s a girl, I want her to have her father’s middle name, Talon. Other than that, I hope the baby has his beautiful blue eyes.
I can’t believe Paige did this. It’s killing me that he doesn’t know he’s about to become a father. I was on my way to tell him when she did all this.
Every time I try to talk some sense into Paige, she flies off the handle. She insists I’m going to leave her for Bronze once the baby is born because “he can give you something I can’t.” I guess she means children. I have no plans to leave her for Bronze or anyone else, but I also plan to allow Bronze to participate in the baby’s life if he wants to. And I know he would want to if he knew.
If I’m being honest, I’m really pissed at Paige about her jealousy over Bronze. She is the one who wanted to invite him into our bed because she wanted to watch me have sex with him. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but it was all her idea. So how in the hell can she be pissed at me for something that happened because of what she wanted? She knew pregnancy was a risk. We talked about it in depth before our first adventure with bringing a man into our bed. I was already on birth control, and we agreed that the man would have to wear a condom. The chances of me getting pregnant were next to zero, and she agreed to proceed with the caveat that we would sit down and discuss what to do if a pregnancy occurred. But when it came down to it, she went back on her word. There was no discussion about our future. I told her as soon as I found out I was pregnant. I was scared and completely freaked out, and what did she