“So…” she says quietly. “Can we talk?”
“Yeah.” I brace myself for what’s coming next.
The end. This is probably the last time I’ll ever see Astrid. My heart is breaking into a million pieces and I’m not sure how to stop her from…
Without thinking, I reach out and take her hand, comforted by how natural it feels. She doesn’t pull away, just flicks her eyes up to me and blinks rapidly. As if she’s trying to stop from crying. My heart thunders in my chest. She moves in closer.
Thu-thump.
Suddenly, her lips are on mine.
In the beginning, it’s a soft kiss. Tentative, as if she’s testing the waters. Then, it quickly deepens and I find myself pulling her flush against my chest. Instinctively, my arms wrap around her as I lose myself in the moment. She tastes like peaches and heaven.
When our lips finally part, our foreheads remain pressed together as we try to catch our breath.
“I didn’t mean to…” She clutches at my waist.
“Neither did I,” I mutter, though it’s a lie. If I could kiss Astrid forever, I would.
I planned to.
We stand there for a moment, holding each other. Neither of us willing to let go. The air between us is charged. Electric.
She gazes up at me, her eyes soft but guarded. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I’m genuinely confused.
“For being here tonight. I truly didn’t think you’d come” She takes in a huge breath and lets it out, like she’s nervous.
Considering the situation, I’m unsure how to respond. “Why wouldn’t I be here? It was important to you. To us.”
She smiles wistfully and tilts her head. “Brennan.”
“I… Uh…” I don’t know how to respond.
Astrid shoots me a look as if to say, shut the fuck up.
So, I don’t bother finishing the sentence. It’s pointless to bullshit her. I’m not capable of giving her what she needs and we both know it.
I’m utter crap at relationships. I don’t know how to nurture them. Prioritize them. Communicate properly. I never have. Probably never will.
Astrid should have been different. She’s everything I ever dreamed about. My ultimate fantasy. And I had her. Until I fucked up.
Ruined us.
Astrid sucks in a breath. “So…turns out I’m pregnant.”
Wait, what?
Reality crashes down, unforgiving. Like a hundred million buckets of ice water.
If I can’t manage a romantic relationship with someone as perfect as Astrid…
How in the fuck can I be a good father?
Reality crashes down, unforgiving. Like a hundred million buckets of ice water.
If I can’t manage a romantic relationship with someone as perfect as Astrid…
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