Amanda tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Answers? About what, Cain?”
“Don’t play games with me, Amanda,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “Is it true? Are you pregnant?”
Her lips curved into a slow smile, and she leaned back against the couch, studying me with a a calm expression. “Yes, Cain. I am.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut once again, even though I had been preparing myself for this.
It's like I was continuously getting hit, and it was beginning to hurt.
I swear if anything, known or considered shocking news, enough to be a plot twist came I would sit in the bathroom, with sunshades on, a bottle of wine.
And I'll cry like a baby.
Forget the whole hot guy facade, I'm a kid and Luna knows that.
My very reason for loving her no matter what, she is just the bes
