The Wounded Love novel Chapter 54

The three of us sat there, frozen. Jade was pregnant. Crazy, reckless Jade was going to be a mom... I couldn't picture it. Just when she finally settled down, her crazy life style caught up with her.

Tears just silently rolled down her cheeks. They wouldn't stop flowing. "It'll be ok." I said in a whisper. I didn't know if everything was going to be ok, but what was I supposed to say?

"No it won't." Her voice was flat. "It's not ok. This isn't ok. I hate myself. How could I let this happen?"

"We've all been there. And I don't mean pregnant, but that one night. It's not your fault that it broke. It could've happened to anyone." This came from Jennifer.

"But it happened to me." She said. "It had to happen to me. What do I do? Who do I tell first?" Now you could hear the panic in her voice.

"You need to let Luke go, then tell Sean. He deserves to know." I said.

I wanted to be supportive but at that moment I felt nothing but sweet relief that I wasn't the one in her shoes.

Jade

I woke up in between Skyla and Jennifer. The bed was really big. I knew what I had to do and the thought of it made me nauseous. Skyla's alarm went off waking her up, but Jennifer was still sound asleep. That girl could sleep through anything.

"I'm gonna tell him." I said as she did her makeup for work. "Sean. I really don't know what to tell Luke yet."

"One step at a time." She replied.

It was obvious that Skyla was going through something. I knew it had to do with Dante, and I felt bad that on top of those problems my stupidity got dumped on her lap too.

She was trying to be supportive despite the fact that I was the worst person ever. I didn't deserve anyone's sympathy. If I got what I deserved, Luke would hate me, Skyla would leave me to figure things out on my own, and Sean would tell me that he had no interest in being a dad. Of course, I was hoping none of that would happen, but I couldn't be upset if it did.

I nodded, not intending to call her unless I fell into a sink hole. She didn't need to be burdened with my mistakes.

I sat on the bed beside Jennifer, knowing for a fact that she wouldn't wake up for another few hours. Sean was probably still asleep too, so I decided to wait and the anxiety ate me alive. I couldn't stay still and I especially couldn't stop eating.

I raided the refrigerator which didn't have much in it. "I'm going to get fat." I mumbled to myself as I took another spoonful of ice cream. Skyla lived off of ice cream. By then I had already gone through almost half the gallon. On the bright side I could use this kid as an excuse to get fat and eat whatever the f@ck I wanted without any judgement. The thought brought a smile to my face.

I took the stairs down to Sean's room which was on the same floor as Dante's. Please, I begged whatever god would listen to me. I needed Sean's support, I needed him to be a dad for this kid, a real Dad. If there was one thing I wanted to do right, it was to give the baby a normal family, a mom and a dad who loved him or her, because I never had that and I knew how much it hurt.

So I rehearsed exactly what I was going to say to him, I thought I had it down packed but the second he appeared in the doorway, hair a mess, boxers hanging low, my mind went blank.

He was someone who, if given the chance, I could fall head over heels over. I loved his sense of humor, I loved his laugh, I loved his rich boy attitude, and soon enough I would love his baby.