Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,22
any decisions. I personally think you should tell him and get right back here, but that’s just me. Does your friend know about him?”
I laugh as I sit back down. “She’s married into the club. Her husband and Kace, the baby’s dad, are best friends.” I stop and look down. The baby’s dad. Holy shit.
“So, you were completely different in Vegas,” she says, running her eyes over me.
I lift one shoulder and glance at her blue eyes, full of curiosity. “Not completely different, but I went through a lot and decided I needed a life change. I got that coming here and now I’m gonna need to go back and it all scares me. Not just to tell him, but to go back to where I’m from. I’m scared it’s gonna suck me back in.”
“Do you want me to come?” she offers.
I smile, shaking my head. “That’s very nice, but no, I need to do this alone.”
The idea of being back in Vegas, seeing Harper, and telling Kace has a sob escape me as I break down. I cry and scream as I hold a throw pillow against my chest. Mia wraps an arm around me, and I sob onto her shoulder.
I have no idea how long I’ve been crying for, it feels like hours, but exhaustion is taking over. I sit up, still crying but not as hard. “I need to get some sleep.”
“Go ahead, I’ll clean this up and go grab something for dinner. I’ll give you a few hours, but I will be back and you're gonna need to eat.” She stands up and pulls me off the couch. “Go get some sleep.” I start to walk away, and she calls my name. She has a big bright smile on her face. “Congratulations.”
When I wake up, the sky is turning pink and I realize I’ve slept the day away. I wish I could continue to sleep because I like not thinking, but it’s impossible. My stomach churns and I rush off to the bathroom. I don’t even know how it’s possible to keep throwing up when I haven’t eaten anything. I rest my back on the bathtub and hang my head. How long am I going to feel like this? I can’t take care of myself and worry about how Kace is going to react. I need to get that over with and focus on me. I’m scared of so many things. I have no idea how to take care of a baby, no idea how I’m going to support a baby, no idea how I’m going to do it alone. Not to mention I’m scared of all the things that can go wrong. What if I’m like Mia and lose the baby? What if Kace tries to take the baby from me? I can’t handle the thoughts as more tears. Fuck, is this the hormones? Are they taking over my body already?
After crying as I think of every scenario, I finally drag myself out of the bathroom. I pad to the kitchen and find a note from Mia.
You were still asleep, there’s food in the oven. Text me if you feel like talking.
She’s too nice and I don’t understand it. I thought I was a generous person, but she makes me seem like a huge bitch. I’d offer my friendship if she was pregnant, but I wouldn’t offer to turn my life upside down for her.
I look in the oven and find a grilled cheese and french fries. My stomach growls in approval, so I pull it out. I bring the food and water into the living room and sit down. As much as I don’t want to, I pull out my cell phone and press Harper’s number.
My stomach turns with nerves, but I take a bite of my sandwich to try to give myself some strength.
“Hey, how are you?” Harper answers, happily.
“Hey,” I say, holding back a sob as I hear her voice.
“What’s wrong?” she rushes out.
I want to tell her right now, but I know I need to wait until I see her. She’s either gonna want to hug me or punch me. “Nothing, just getting over something. I’m coming for a visit.”
“When?”
“I’m gonna try to get a flight out tomorrow,” I say. She’s quiet and it causes goose bumps to break out all over my skin. “What’s going on?”
“No, nothing. Let me know what time your fight is, and I’ll pick you up,” she says.