good for the baby. I should start making some avocado brownies or something, so at least, I will be getting something other than sugar into me.
I sigh.
I’m pregnant, I think, looking down at my stomach.
It’s something I’ve always said I wanted but not this way with a man I hate. Although I’ve always wanted to be a mother, thinking about the fact that it is actually happening right now scares me to death.
Because, right now, if you asked me if I wanted a baby, the answer would be no. And that is a horrible thought.
I need to do something. Plan my life. Maybe then I’ll feel better. If I have a plan for my life. A job. I need to find a new job ASAP if I don’t want to end up back on the street.
It’s too big to figure out right now. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I have my real estate license. Maybe I could find a job with a new company or start my own. I have skills now. I’ll find something to do.
There is something I need to do that I’ve been putting off all week. I need to tell Owen. He deserves to know. As much as I never want to see him again, I no longer have that choice.
I finish my brownie. Then, I get out of bed and get an Uber to Owen’s apartment.
I’ve paced in front of Owen’s door a dozen times now. I’ve lifted my hand several times to knock, but I’ve come short every single time.
Sean was wrong. He used to tell me that he thought I was brave and strong. But I don’t have a brave or strong bone in my body right now.
I stand in front of Owen’s door again. I raise my hand, and then the door suddenly opens.
“What the hell are you doing, Olive? I’m about to call the police,” Owen says.
“I’m sor—” But I stop myself before I apologize because I’m not sorry. Not at all. “Can I come in?”
Owen raises an eyebrow. “Why would I let you in after you destroyed my property last time?”
I fold my arms across my chest. “We need to talk. So, either let me in or go to a coffee shop or something with me so that we can talk.”
“I have nothing else to say to you,” Owen says, trying to shut the door in my face.
“I’m pregnant!” I shout at the last minute.
The door slowly creeps back open, and Owen stares at me with narrow eyes. “And how is this my problem?”
I close my eyes, trying to remain calm and be the bigger person. “Because I thought you might want to know that it’s yours.”
He laughs like it is the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard. “How do I know it’s mine? You’ve been with who knows how many men since me, and you were probably cheating with who knows how many men. It could be anyone’s.”
My mouth drops a little at the shock of what he said. Of all the ways I imagined this conversation going, I didn’t imagine it going like this.
“The baby is yours.”
He laughs again. “I don’t believe you.” He starts to close the door again and says, “Don’t come back here again unless you are bringing brownies. That was the only thing you were ever good at anyway.”
He slams the door shut in my face while I’m frozen at the door.
I’m on my own. Owen doesn’t care. And I don’t know if that makes me incredibly happy or incredibly sad. I’m happy that I don’t ever have to see Owen again, but I’m incredibly sad that my child will grow up without a father. I know the feeling.
But I do have to thank Owen for one thing. He just gave me an incredible idea and the motivation to make it happen.
23
Sean
“What is going on?” Jamie asks. “You’re falling completely apart on me. Do I need to come into work to help you out for a bit?”
“No. You need to stay right here on this couch, relaxing, like the doctor told you to,” I say as I rub her feet on my lap.
“I don’t know if I can. I thought I was leaving my company in the hands of the best two people in the world, but one quit on me, and the other one is falling apart,” Jamie teases.
“What do you mean, one quit?”
“Olive quit. I’ve been expecting it for some time. Real estate and management have never been