A Partridge and a Pregnancy (Holiday Brothers, #3)

by Willa Nash

And maybe he’d remembered too, that once I hadn’t been the villain. Once, I’d been the woman he’d loved, not the woman who’d broken his heart.

I closed my eyes again, squared my shoulders and did the first thing that came to mind. I sang.

No.

“And a partridge and a pregnancy.”

...pls leave immediately.

I mean seriously, I was growing a human being. Wasn’t I entitled to a week or so to process that one first?

No L.I.T.E.R.A.L.L.Y.

“My life is here.” I’d heard that one before. “My job is not.” “This is bigger than your job.” Now it was my turn to get mad. “Then give up yours.”

He’s such a douchebag.

“I forgot how stubborn you are.” “No, you didn’t.” I chuckled. “You just forgot that you liked it.”

We’d been inseparable. Insatiable. In love. We’d tackled life together. Until . . . we hadn’t.

Oof.

She was the first to say congratulations. And it struck me right then, with her arms around me, that there was more here to be excited about than to fear.

“Don’t hate me,” I whispered, my eyes locking with his. “I won’t survive it.”

“Find what?” She turned fully, her head cocking to the side. “Whatever it was that you were looking for in New York.”

“Why hasn’t he asked us to stay?” I whispered, sliding a hand across my belly.

“And me. You’ll have me.”

Boy if you don't stop lying...

“I can’t believe you just said that to me. Why have all our conversations been about my sacrifices? What about you?”

BRO FR

“I have a steady job. I am taking over my father’s company. I have a house. A fucking address. You really think I’m going to give that up? We both know that the right place for this kid to grow up is here. With me.”

Please shut tf up.

“But you didn’t. Not before. Not now. You’ve never asked me to stay.” And judging by the tone in her voice, now it was too late.

You dumb fuck.

“You broke my fucking heart.” “Then I guess tonight makes us even.” She swallowed hard. “Happy New Year, Tobias.”

YEAH YOU TELL HIM

He wanted the baby. Just not me.

THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING

Would he make this home a child’s paradise so that I had no chance of competing?

Fuck Tobias.

Yeah, she would. But I wouldn’t make her choose.

Is this…a joke? All he’s done is…make her choose?

“I’m looking at my family. I’m staring at my home.”

Would’ve been cute if he actually loved her 🤪