I need to make sure she’s fine.”
He kisses my temple. “Call me when you get there.”
After Papa returns to his office, I quickly pack a bag. Lucien’s driver pulls in at our house’s entrance half an hour later.
Just when I’m about to climb in, Cole’s Jeep comes to a slow halt in front of the mansion. My heart flutters and I have to remind myself to breathe as he walks up to me, wearing black jeans that hang low on his hips and a grey T-shirt that stretches over his shoulders.
I was planning to text him once I was in the car, but I guess this is better.
“Where are you going?” He watches the Mercedes and the driver with a critical eye.
“To see Mum in France.”
He raises a brow. “Now you’re running away to France? You think I can’t follow?”
“She went with Lucien and I want to make sure she’s fine.” And not mad at me.
He watches me for a few unnerving seconds. The way he observes with that blank look on his face makes me feel as if he’s dug inside me and figured everything out.
Like he can see the baby and will now confront me about it.
“I’ll go with you,” he finally says.
“You’re coming with me?”
“If you’re not running away, you wouldn’t mind, right?”
“But…”
He pushes past me to the car and slides into the back seat. “Are you getting in?”
I join him, closing the door. “Shouldn’t you tell Helen?”
“She’s writing and won’t come out until tomorrow. I’ll call her then.”
“Don’t you have a game tonight?”
He shrugs.
Cole never skips practice, let alone games. The fact he’s willing to do that to be with me sends tiny butterflies to slash the bottom of my stomach.
As the car leaves the mansion, I allow my thoughts to creep in. Deep down, I’m happy he’s coming with me. I’ve been on trips before, but this is my first time with Cole.
The driver takes us straight to a special landing place where a plane is waiting for us.
“Wow. Lucien went all out. Maybe he wants to marry my mum.”
“I don’t think so,” Cole says as a beautiful flight attendant leads us to our seats.
“Why not? What’s wrong with my mum?” I snap.
He smiles. “Easy, Tiger. I don’t think they’re in that type of a relationship.”
“Why would you think that?”
“They only seem to be close friends.”
I clamp my lips shut, refusing to admit I also had that same thought.
The captain welcomes us, tells us the flight will last about two hours, and wishes us a comfortable trip.
Soon, we’re flying in the air and I take pictures of the clouds, then a selfie.
As Cole sleeps, probably exhausted due to practice, I lean closer to him and, like a total creep, take another selfie.
When the flight attendant offers me food, I accept the fancy pasta. Soon after I finish, I regret eating it. Nausea hits me out of nowhere and I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach.
I haven’t vomited in so long. It feels sticky and my stomach feels as if tiny needles are poking it.
Strong hands pull my hair to the side and Cole pats my back with a gentle touch. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m not.” Tears barge into my eyes as I face him.
“What’s wrong? Have you eaten something bad?”
“No.”
“Then what is it, Silver? And don’t even think about lying to me.”
I’m tired of lying, of hiding, of watching days pass by like a ticking bomb. I want someone to share this with me. And not just anyone, him.
Cole.
Standing on wobbly feet, I wash my mouth out and head back to the seat. Cole follows me with that furrow in his brow. I let my head drop between my hands, breathing harshly. The seat creaks when Cole settles beside me and inches closer.
“Silver, what is it?”
All right, this is it. The moment of truth.
Meeting his dark greens, I murmur, “I’m pregnant.”
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Cole stares at me with that unnerving silence that nearly splits me open.
Nothing changes on his face.
Absolutely nothing. Almost like he’s in numb state of mind.
Out of all the times he could’ve been blank, this is the worst. Why does he have to be so unreadable?
I’ve known him forever, so I’m usually able to reach behind that mask and get a glimpse of what he’s hiding.
Not now though.
Peeking at him through my lashes, I watch with bated breath, waiting for his reaction.
He says nothing.
Not even a word.
Maybe he hates me. Maybe he’s disgusted with how I’m ruining his future with this news.
The flight