“No.” Her gaze meets mine. “He was worse.”
I twist my fingers together. “I think I’m pregnant.”
“I thought so. Axel or Abel?”
I shake my head and shrug. “Does it matter?”
“Nope, but if you’re smart, you’ll hang onto your secret a while longer. And when the time is right, tell Abel the baby is his.”
“I can’t lie to him.”
“You can and you should. Make him fall in love with you and
maybe while you’re doing that, if you’re lucky you’ll fall for him too. I know you think you love Axel, but you hardly knew the guy.”
“You don’t believe in love at first sight?”
“First comes lust then love grows. Axel took your virginity, but Abel is your husband. You guys are young and have years to figure it out.” I don’t correct her. Axel wasn’t my first…he just felt like it.
“If Raul doesn’t kill one of us first.”
“He still sending you creepy shit?”
“Yup. Yesterday he sent photos.”
“Dick pics? Was he big or ya know?” She pinches her fingers together and I laugh.
“Not those kind of pictures. He sent me crime scene stuff from…”
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I wasn’t a fan of your father, and I’m not sorry he got what he deserved, but you aren’t your father. You’re nothing like him. I can’t believe you’re even related. You must take after your mother.”
“Well let’s hope not considering she lives in a mental institution. Maybe I was adopted.”
“That’s not funny. Your father put her there. Have you thought any more about going to see her?”
“No. Her doctor doesn’t think it would be healthy for her.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I guess. Honestly, I don’t have any real desire to see her. If she’s as crazy as they say, then nothing good can come of it. I have other things to worry about.”
“Have you taken a test yet?”
“No, but I haven’t had a period, and I’ve been having morning sickness.”
“Want me to make you an appointment?”
“Not yet. Like you said I need to wait. I’ll stop off and get a test at the drugstore on my way home.”
“There’s something you should know. Something about Axel.”
“What?” mentioning him is unexpected considering he refuses to have anything to do with me.
“He’s been accepting visits from his ex-girlfriend. She goes every Sunday for visitation.”
A lump forms in my throat and bile creeps up my esophagus. I mentally shake myself. I married his brother. I lost all right to care who he talks to or who he sees. I need to get over him and accept that he made his choice and I have to make mine. It’s time to move on with my life.
“How do you know that?”