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

by Willa Nash

How had it come to this? How was I even here? I’d asked myself the same questions hours ago when I’d been sitting on the bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test in hand. One night. One night with Tobias. A farewell. And now I was pregnant.

Why couldn’t she see how much sense we made? How good our life could be? How good we were together? I was a fucking fool. She’d leave me again. Just like she had before. This time, with my child.

“Fuck it.” I slammed my mouth on hers, my tongue sweeping inside. I devoured her, exploring her mouth, memorizing every corner. I held her to me, hoping that if I held tight enough, this might all make sense. She broke away first, her eyes hooded and her lips swollen. Fuck, but I wanted her. I wanted her for good. To keep. But she wasn’t mine. She was her own woman. That was what Eddy had called her that night years ago. Her own woman. So I took one step away. Then another. And this time, I made it to my bedroom without looking back.

My heart stopped. “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 broke my fucking heart.” “Then I guess tonight makes us even.” She swallowed hard. “Happy New Year, Tobias.” The sound of her slamming door echoed through the house. I stood frozen, immobilized by the pain. She hated me. To be fair, tonight, I sort of hated myself.