“Hey.” Pete glanced down to the stroller. “You kept it.”
It. We never talked again after he walked out that day. Well, nothing past a few “is this yours or mine” conversations when he cleared out the following week. Every time he spoke about Kinsey he always called her “it,” and I wanted to punch that sneer right off his face.
The eyes of the girl beside him widened. “You got a kid?”
He shook his head. “Nah, that’s something she was stupid enough to get stuck with.”
His comment burned and ignited something inside me. Once upon a time, I’d thought we’d spend our lives together, but as I looked at him I couldn’t remember why I ever wanted that.
He was self-absorbed and never really cared about what I wanted. What I wanted that day was the baby in my arms, no matter the cost.
“I chose h
