Read Forsaking All Others (From This Day Forward Book 2) for Free Online Page B

myself anymore. That girl who was afraid of everything? Yeah, she died in that car wreck. Which car wreck, you ask? The one that almost killed me, mother! You wouldn’t know because you couldn’t be bothered to check in,” I suck in a deep breath in order to continue, “And seriously, who gives a flying fuck what other people think? They’re certainly not the ones having to live through it. I’m so sorry to have made you look bad in front of your uppity church friends, but I’ll be damned if I let you speak to me like this ever again.”
    I hear her sharp intake of breath before smashing the end call button with a little more force than was probably necessary.
    My pulse is racing and my body feels as though it’s experiencing fight or flight. “I’m sorry, little bean. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t get upset like that—it’s no good for you.” I don’t know why I’ve adopted the nickname, “bean,” but it fits.
    I’m traumatizing this baby already. The amount of stress this poor thing has been subjected to just in the last hour has me ready to turn the car around and drive back to my doctor’s office.
    The tears fall silently onto my lap for the remainder of my drive back to work.
     

     
    When I get home, I immediately strip out of my work clothes and let my hair down—literally. I want nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep. It doesn’t matter how much sleep I get lately, it never seems to be enough. Every ounce of energy is being poured into growing this baby and I’m running on fumes right now.
    I pull out my ultrasound pictures and settle in to bed, studying every little feature of my gummy bear. I’d been feeling like I was spinning out of control, but the minute I heard the heartbeat and saw it dancing around on the ultrasound screen, I was in love. In that moment, I knew that every part of this journey was worth it. The daily vomiting, needing a nap at lunchtime every day, and generally just being an emotional wreck—I’d gladly bear this cross in order to bring the best part of me and David into this world. I mean, I’d prefer that the vomiting stop sooner rather than later, to be honest.
    The knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. I’m a bit wary when it comes to answering doors lately—especially when I’m not expecting company.
    I open the door up to find David leaning against the bricks of the house. He’s wearing a fitted black t-shirt and jeans that hug his lower body. His hair is windblown and it’s obvious he’s come straight from work. I tried not to let myself notice him this morning, but now I have to pull my gaze away from him. My inner romantic is shaving her legs and touching up her makeup.
    “David? What are you doing here?”
    “I needed to see you. We didn’t get a chance to discuss much earlier. I want to talk about the divorce.”
    The divorce. It’s really the last thing I want to discuss right now, but I feel like I’ve talked it over with everyone else today—what’s one more person?
    I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay.” I hold the door for him and try to keep my gaze passive.
    He immediately notices the plethora of boxes I’ve got scattered throughout the living room. His face immediately darkens. Shit, looks like nice David has left the building.
    “What the hell is this?”
    “I’m moving, David.” I don’t know why he looks surprised by this.
    He sighs, “Is this because of the divorce papers, because I’m not fucking signing them. We were good together and we could be good together again.”
    I immediately begin laughing. This has been the most emotionally exhausting day and the fact that he thinks we can come back from this is suddenly hilarious to me. “Good together? You mean when we were cheating on each other? Is that the definition of a good marriage to you? Geez, you think that’s how it was for your parents?” I don’t mean to hit below the belt with my comment, but someone has to bring rationality back