Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“You can’t wear that to meet my mom,” he informed me.
“I wasn’t going to,” I replied, picking up the toast and taking a bite.
If he was going to continue to stand there and glare at me, it was going to ruin my first good breakfast. I chewed slowly, not wanting to get sick and throw the food back up. I had seen myself in the mirror. I knew I looked bad and that the baby needed me to eat.
Saxon’s footsteps told me he was leaving the room. Sighing in relief, I relaxed and began to enjoy the meal. Berries were my favorite. They would have them at the yoga studio sometimes for the employees, along with yogurt and granola.
Thankfully, Saxon didn’t return while I finished eating. I managed to get it all down without feeling like I was going to throw up. After washing my plate and glass, I went back to the bedroom to decide on something to wear. The dizziness was gone, and I could focus.
When I had lived at home, I’d shared clothes with Jamaica and Silver. I wasn’t able to take a lot with me because they had both needed the clothes. My options were very limited.
Pulling out the one dress I had brought with me, simply because my boobs were bigger than my sisters’ and going to get bigger with this pregnancy, I held it up and studied it. I didn’t think it looked slutty. It was a pretty blue, long, and flowy. I liked the boho look of it. It was either this or the black leggings and oversize off-the-shoulder hot-pink shirt I normally wore with it. The leggings were faded, so I decided the dress was the better of the two. I wasn’t showing at all yet. The only thing that had grown on me were my boobs. Everything else had gotten smaller from the lack of food.
Once I was dressed, I tried to do something to make my face look better. With what little makeup I had, I concealed the darkness under my eyes and gave my cheeks some color. Lip gloss seemed to draw attention to my mouth, so I added it, hoping to distract from the rest. I brushed my hair, thankful that it at least had a nice shine to it. I figured that was from the prenatal vitamins I’d been taking.
Standing back, I studied myself again in the mirror and decided this was the best I could do. If Saxon had an issue with it, then he could tell me what he wanted me to change into. I had to face it—living here would be better for the baby. With his resources, I could have a much healthier pregnancy.
But did Levi know I was here? He had to know, right? All of them. That terrified me. I didn’t know what they thought about me having Saxon’s baby. What if they intended to take it from me? Even if Saxon said he wasn’t going to. Could I really run from these people? Or would they find me wherever I went?
There was AJ. If I could find a way to get in touch with him, then he could get me and the baby out when the time came. But would he? I doubted it. He was going to be pissed at me for getting pregnant. Probably accuse me of being like Mom. Besides, I didn’t know how to find him.
Two sharp knocks on my door.
“We need to go,” Saxon barked at me.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I was going to be okay. This would be okay. It had to be.
Eleven
Saxon
She looked like a fucking angel, and it made me furious. Jerking my eyes off her, I stalked toward the door. Even too thin, undernourished, and nauseated, she could make a man weak in the goddamn knees. I opened the door with a little more force than was necessary, but I was angry. I couldn’t help it. I did not want to look at Haisley and be attracted to her, but was that possible? We had to live in the same house for however long. I hadn’t thought past the baby’s birth. I sure as hell wasn’t going to play house with her.
I refused to make eye contact with her, but I could tell she was watching me nervously. She should be nervous. My mom wasn’t going to like her or the fact that she was pregnant with my kid. This was going to go badly. I was mentally ready for it, and she needed to be too.
“This isn’t going to be easy. Be ready for it. My mom won’t like you. She will be upset about all of it,” I warned her as she fell into step beside me.
“Are you nervous?” she asked me.
I glanced at her before I could stop myself. Those damn eyes were watching me with a worried frown. I either had to stop looking at her or get immune to her if I was going to survive her a second time.