Chapter 20

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"You're pregnant?" Jesse asks in disbelief.

I nod my head slowly.

"Whose baby?" he asks.

I want to cringe, but I stop myself.

"Luke and I are together now," I tell him.

"Luke? Is this a joke?" he says, and he begins to laugh.

I roll my eyes.

"No. It isn't," I tell him. 

"You're lying. I can tell," he says.

"How?" I scoff.

"Your nose is twitching. It does that every now and then when you lie," Jesse smirks.

I roll my eyes, and I brush past him.

"Who's the father?" he asks again.

"I don't want to talk about it," I say, my face red.

I walk into the kitchen, and I make myself a glass of water.

"Do you know him?" Jesse asks.

"Of course I do," I roll my eyes.

I sip on my water.

"It's not Ricky, right?" Jesse asks.

"Of course not! Jesse just drop it," I tell him.

"Fine. Have it your way," he says, imitating my eye roll. 

"Where's your girlfriend, huh?" I ask, trying to annoy him right back.

"She left me," he says, his eyes getting dark.

"Oh, Jesse. I'm so sorry," I tell him, my mood immediately changing. 

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"When?" I ask.

"A week ago. She left me for someone else," he says.

He clenches his fists.

"Jesse, I'm sorry."

"It was a long time coming. Besides, I've missed you and the kids so much. I'm just glad to be back home," he grins.

"So you're home for good?" I ask.

"I think so," he says.

I hug him again because I couldn't be happier.

"I'm going to bed. We'll talk more about this situation tomorrow," he says, looking at my stomach.

I roll my eyes.

"Goodnight," I say, but I can't help but grin.

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I'm able to avoid Jesse the next morning, but I'm not looking forward to facing him when I get home.

Andy is meeting me at the house, and I can't wait for Jesse to meet him.

I pull up in my driveway, and I slowly walk inside. Jesse is standing in the living room, his arms crossed.

"Ready to talk?' he smirks.

"Leave it!" I say, trying to run past him. 

He grabs me, being careful not to hurt me, and he picks me up.

"Put me down!" I yell.

"Not until you tell me the truth," he grunts.

He sits me down on the couch, and he stands in front of me. 

"Move," I say, trying to push him.

The doorbell rings.

"I have company," I say, trying to stand up.

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