She laughed, and walked into his arms. She gave him a quick squeeze, and stepped back. Cora came in, and smiled. “Better not be stealing my man.”
“I wouldn’t.” She had one of her own. One that she was really pissed at.
“We’re all having dinner at the diner if you’d like to join us. Pixie will be there before you ask,” Cora said.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re carrying his baby. The next generation of Dirty Fuckers. We all know. May as well get used to the fact that you’re now part of the club.”
“Then I’ll come to dinner,” she said.
There was no point running from the club. She needed them, and even though she was pissed at Pixie right now, she wasn’t going to stop him from seeing their child. She probably wouldn’t even be mad for very long. At the moment, she was just hurt, and she needed to deal with it.
Chapter Twelve
The days went by, and Pixie refused to pretend nothing was going on. When Suzy was around, he still went to see her. Conversation was a little awkward for her, but he refused to be put off. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. There was nothing he could do to change what was going on. The last thing he was going to do was abandon the woman he loved.
So while she worked, he studied her, watching for any signs that the pregnancy was wearing on her.
Of course he spoke to her. He rarely was able to be quiet.
“You look more beautiful each day. I wonder if that is the whole glow thing from the pregnancy.”
Nothing. She kept on working.
“I know I fucked up. I really hope you can forgive me. I was also looking for places to live.”
She looked up then. “Why?”
“Our kid can’t be stuck in an apartment. At first I thought we could live here. We’ve got a pretty large yard out back, but then I figured that wouldn’t be good enough for our kid, so I’m thinking a house. Luck would have it, there’s a house for sale next to Cora. Not the old man’s place, but a couple who seem to have split. I didn’t get the details.”
“I’m not moving in with you.”
“You can’t keep me out of your life, Suzy. I love you.”
“You messed with condoms. You damaged them so I would get pregnant.”
“Can’t you see that as romantic?”
She shook her head. “Pixie, you can’t do romance. You do fucking.”
“What about our vacation? I did a lot of romance.”
“Fucking.”
“We made love,” he said.
“I really need to work, and I can’t do my job if I’m arguing with you.”
He was silent for several minutes as he stared at her. She looked so beautiful, and even though she hadn’t really spoken to him for a few days, he knew she still loved him. Also, he talked with Kitty, and she told him the reason it can hurt so much is the fact you loved them so much. So, in theory, Suzy was pissed because she loved him too much.
“I’m going to leave you in peace, but the way I saw it as being romantic is the fact that I didn’t know how else to keep you.”
“Pixie?”
“No, let me speak. I’ve never loved a woman. I’ve never cared about a woman. Then you come along, and I can’t stop thinking about you. All I want to know is if you’re okay, and it twists me up inside to think someone could take you away from me. It was wrong, and I have an entirely fucked up reasoning, but I can promise you, everything I did, it was out of love.” Running fingers through his hair, he stared into her eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I love you that much, and I don’t know if I’m even good enough to keep you, but I know I never want to let you go.”
“You hurt me.”