Eighteen
Evelyn
Marcus didn’t join me in bed that night, and when I woke up the next morning, I was still alone.
Somewhat odd behavior, really, for a guy who proclaimed to want to impregnate me. If I’d ever been open to the idea of having his baby, it had been after he told me he would take care of not only me, but also my mother. Something about the sincerity in his eyes resonated with that same aspect of myself that had been so drawn to him from the very first time we met, and I had allowed myself to imagine just what it’d be like to be a happy little family unit.
But Marcus hadn’t followed me to bed, and in the clarity of daylight, I was pretty thankful I hadn’t indulged in a round of unprotected s*x. As much as he might mean it right now, no one could say how long that would last—a
