son's
mind over and over again as I anxiously waited for Scott to
one of the things I loved most about him. That's why I was so beyond excited to share the news of my pregnancy with him. I knew he'd be thrilled. He has to be. And maybe, just maybe, he'd finally put a ring on my finger. The thought
ll
y. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned around, finally locking eyes with him. There h
e warmth of his embrace. But something was off. He didn't hug me back, didn't even move. His
mask the sudden unease that crept into
de me feel like everything was right in the world-looked... hollow. "You wanted to discuss something?" he
d to brush it aside. Today was too important to let doubts creep in. "Yes
to his watch before retur
hand gently, guiding him to the chair. "Sit with me," I said so
y heart sank a little more. "Do you have somewhere to be?" I asked, attemptin
. But his tone lacked the warmth I was used
ry ounce of courage I could find. "I'm pregnant," I said
e cared, that he shared in the excitement I felt. But instead, Scott simply stared at me, his eyes blank, his expression unreadable. Seconds
it was as if his expression moved through various emotions-shock, confusion, determination-too quickly for me to c
said, his words lik
happening. This was the man who had promised me forever, the man who had held me close and told me he loved me.
as a crack in his voice, which I thought might mean he felt something
serious. I'm pregnant with your child! We should be talking about marriage, not a breakup. What are you thinking?" My voice wavered, the
regnant, Allie," he said, his voice a mixture of coldness and sadness. His words felt like ice, cutting me deeper with eve
er, our shared moments of love and trust, flooded back in an overwhelming wave. He had been the first man
n barely take care of myself, let alone father a child," he said,
Scott? Are you leaving me to face this alone when we both par
That's why I'm letting you go, Allie. We should break up, and you should a
d of th