Chapter Forty-seven

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“You know that that’s not true. I was scared. Do I not have a right to get frightened about possibly having a child and not knowing how to take care of it?” I questioned.

“Just stop it!” she shouted.

“No, I’m not letting you think that I didn’t want it at all. I do, just not right now.”

I reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled it away. What the hell?

“Why won’t you listen to me?”

“Because I’m done with the bullshit! I don’t want you to lie to me! Just get out!”

“Gabby…I’m not-”

“Get the hell out before I call the police!” she threatened.

“Fine,” I replied with a clenched jaw.

I walked out the door and slammed it shut behind me. She just needs space to cool off and now that I think about it, I could use some too.

This whole possible pregnancy got me worried about how we would deal with it. Yeah, it would be exciting at first. But what about when you have an actual baby to take care of? Then it’s not so fun anymore.

Again, I’m not against the idea of having children at some point, I just want to wait. I actually think we need to wait. We’ve only been back together for a month and a half, who knows what could happen.

I don’t want to lose her, but I know that it could happen at some point in time.

* * *

Sitting on a park bench rubbing your temples does not help very much. I just need to go back and get her to listen to me.

She knows that I love her, so why would I be purposely wishing she didn’t get pregnant if it was really something that she wanted so badly? It just doesn’t make any sense. Or maybe I don’t make sense. Fuck, I don’t know.

I should be honoured that she wants to have a kid with me after everything I’ve done to her. I’ve fucked up so many times that I don’t understand why she would forgive me. But she did and I’ll be forever grateful for that.

I reached in my pocket and took my phone out. When I called her, it rang twice before the call got cut off. She ignored it.

That’s it. I’m just going to go back up there and say it like it is. It’s really the only thing I can do anyway other than sitting out here in the middle of the night or getting a hotel room. I don’t want to do that either. I just need her to hear me out.

When I got back into the apartment, it was oddly quiet. I thought I would hear sniffling at least after seeing how worked up she got herself.

I looked around the entire apartment, but she wasn’t anywhere. The moment I saw the bedroom and found clothes sprawled across the floor, I feared for the worst, that she ran away or went to catch a flight.

After trying to call her several more times, I gave up because she turned her phone off. I found an extra blanket and slept on the couch so I would hear her when she came back…if she came back.

* * *

The sound of the door to the apartment clicking shut stirred me out of my sleep. Rays of sunshine were seeping through the curtains and I could smell a strong scent of alcohol. Shit, she went drinking. I swear, if any guy touched her, I’ll-

“Harry?” her voice was quiet.

“Where were you?” I questioned, trying to hide my anger.

“Out.”

“No shit. Where did you go?”

“Why do you care? How did you even get in here anyway?”

“You gave me a key.”

“Well I want it back, and I want you out.”

“You can’t be serious…”

“I am. Now give me the key and get out.”

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