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Tara’s POV Devon was begging me not to abort his babies. And I felt bad, I really did! But he promised he would make things right, and we are both so young! We will have plenty of time to fill up those 2 bedrooms he said were for our children, or whomever he ends up mated to if he doesn’t stop this awful begging, because I was having none of it. “You promised me you were going to make things right!” I flat out tell him in an accusatory tone. “Did you really mean that, or not? Just like how you knocked me up without my permission, and marked me!” “You knew as well as I did that there was a risk of pregnancy,” he reminds me. “Even without River pulling his little trick. You were a willing participant, if I recall. You handed me the condoms and told me it was ok! And then you sc