night is still uncertain. When I’m done here, I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing. I’ll go to Sasha’s for the night. I know she won’t mind. I just don’t like putting on people, but either way I need to stay somewhere.
I text her to let her know and, as suspected, she agrees.
What have you done to me, Caleb? Why am I doing this alone?
I’m thinking about it again. I need to stop thinking about him.
Every time that I do my body trembles, my hands especially shaking.
It’s tough but I’ll get through this. I have to for our baby’s sake.
Is it wrong that I’m hoping for a boy? I want him to be a boy so I can look into his eyes every day and see his father smiling back at me.
What kind of a life can I give him now, though? I have nothing to offer him.
Deep breaths, Gwen, deep breaths.
After half an hour of driving aimlessly, I fill up the tank and head to Sasha’s. As I’m taking the turn towards campus, I notice a large black car following me. It’s definitely him. Christ this is becoming irritating.
“What does he want now?” I say out loud and pull over when he flashes his lights twice.
His body moves with ease and grace as he climbs out of his vehicle and strolls towards me. After a few attempts, I finally manage to stand by the door of my own vehicle. I still have to tip my head back to look at him. Much like I did with… no I won’t go there. I focus on the brisk chill in the air instead.
“Problem?” I ask, trying not to sound as exasperated as I feel.
“You shouldn’t be getting in and out of a car that low,” he remarks and already I want to hit him.
“Well it’s not like I have another option is it?”
He frowns. “Follow me. We need to talk.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you.” I try to get back in the car, but his hand closes around my arm and effortlessly tugs me away. “What?”
“Please?” He grits out and I can see just that one little word takes a whole lot of effort for him to say.
“Fine,” I relent. It’s not like my day can get any worse. “What’s this about?”
“Follow me and you’ll find out.” He places his hand on my back and the other under my arm to support me as I sit. I’m not sure whether to be irritated that he touched me, or relieved that my arse didn’t hit the car seat as hard as it usually does.
I wait for him to drive ahead before following directly behind him. He leads me quite a distance; I’m lucky I stopped for petrol.
We finally pull into a swanky hotel set on the edge of town, one I’ve never even been inside before. It’s not my thing. I like simple and basic beauty, not elegance and fine china.
After parking beside him, he climbs out and this time helps me up and out of my vehicle. I didn’t realise how hard it was until he started assisting me. He’s right, the car is low.
“Come,” he orders and leads me inside with his hand gripping my arm. I’m nervous as to what he wants. Does he want to help me or is this some kind of ruse? Is it a way for his family to ensure that they get the child I’ll be birthing soon? The thought makes me nauseous.
I almost want to turn around and run.
When we enter, we go straight to the desk. The woman takes a look at me and my stomach before training her eyes on Nathan. There’s no small amount of admiration and lust there, that’s for sure.
Ewww.
“Send up some tea and something to eat that’s safe for pregnant women.”
Seriously? I give him a look, but he ignores it and propels me towards the elevator.
It’s awkward, quiet and uncomfortable as we ascend. I find myself wanting to rock on my heels or whistle just to disturb the silence.
As soon as the doors open he takes my arm again and leads me through the patterned beige hallway. I huff, sick of being led around in silence. Again he ignores me.
Once inside his fabulous room, he takes my coat and hangs it by the door before leading me to a large and expensive looking couch. It’s black, pure black, with silver scatter cushions. It looks amazing. “Sit.”