feel. You staying here… it’s not about anything besides taking care of you. Even if you don’t want to… be with me, I’m still your friend, Jackson. I’ve always at least been your friend.”
“You have?” I’m an ass. An absolute ass.
She sighs and stands up. “Okay, I see even now, with your life completely upside down, you’re going to act like a jerk. I can’t play into games anymore or deal with this bullshit, not with Wesley around. I made this a home for you, so that I can help you, but I’m not going to sit and listen to you be a fucking ass. I’m going to my room, but I’ll be here if you need me.”
She starts walking to her room and I call out, “Wait. Stop.”
She stops and turns around, adjusting Wesley and running her nose along his forehead. Is she... smelling him?
“What, Jackson? This is what I’m talking about. Push, pull, push, pull. I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”
“Okay, I get it. I’m… I’m sorry. I just—I don’t want to be a burden to you. Not when you already have your hands full like you do.”
“I don’t have my hands full. I mean, yes, I’m fucking exhausted. A newborn baby will do that to you. But he’s a good baby, and I want you around. We don’t have to be together to raise this baby together. And I don’t even need you to raise the baby if you don’t want to. I just want you in my life. Whether or not you believe it, you mean something to me. A whole lot, actually.”
My dead heart stutters at her words.
How can someone as perfect as Cara even look my way? And now? I’m a fucking cripple. What can I give her?
Nothing.
“I just don’t want you to feel obligated to help me.”
“I don’t.” Her eyebrows lift.
“If this shit goes south, it’s on you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
“You really are a pain in the ass.”
Almost on cue, the baby lets out a little cry. Like he didn’t like me saying anything negative about his mom.
I glance at him, and Cara looks curiously at me before looks down at him. She winces. “He’s probably getting hungry.”
The thought of her taking her tit out in front of me for the little mongrel to feast on does things to me. Things that make me equally aroused and furious. I have no right to think about her like that anymore. No doubt, her tits are round and heavy since she got pregnant, now post pregnancy, her body is bangin’.
Absolutely unreal.
She’s short as hell, but she’s got curves in all the right places. Her hips have flared since giving birth, but her waist is still tiny, has been all throughout her pregnancy.
But I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts, because she’s not mine anymore.
“Can I put on the TV or something for you while I go feed him?” She asks over Wesley’s increasingly loud cries.
See? Look. I’m already causing chaos.
“Go.” I nod my head towards the bedroom.
My eyes are anything but joking as I order her to leave. She realizes this, stepping backwards away from me and then fleeing to her room. She pushes the door closed with her foot, leaving it cracked just a bit for me to still hear her.
There’s shuffling and then mumbling. Cara’s soft voice as she talks to Wesley. “It’ll be okay, buddy. He’s not as scary as he seems. We just need to give him a little time to adjust.”
My jaw clenches so tightly pain shoots up to my temples.
I shouldn’t be here.
I need to go home.
I listen as she shuffles around and then Wesley’s cries turn into whimpers and then finally quiet. I stare around her house, doing nothing besides taking in all the changes. Baby stuff is littered about. Blankets hanging over the chairs and bottles sitting on a weird grass-looking thing on the counter.
Cara is officially a mother.
Not only is this place babyproofed, but it’s also been reconstructed to look like a handicap wet dream. All the walkways have been widened, whether they cleaned up or took some of the countertop in the kitchen away, I’m not sure. The rooms have practically been emptied besides essentials and baby stuff.
“Sorry that took so long, he’s really hard to put down sometimes.” Cara comes out, readjusting her top, and I try not to stare at her tits as they jiggle from the movements.
I glance at the bedroom, noticing that Wesley isn’t with her. “Is