Chapter Thirty
Ash
You. I want you.
Mack’s words drifted through my thoughts like tumbleweeds. I couldn’t relax. I was trying to catch my balance, to get my feet under me, but the ground kept shifting with little earthquakes of emotion and confusion.
I hadn’t expected to get pregnant. Obviously. I didn’t know what I wanted for myself. However, one shining beacon of clarity was that I wanted this baby.
The timing was awful, and I had zero confidence in my relationship—if that’s what I could even call it—with Mack. Maybe I hadn’t been considering a baby. Hell, there was absolutely no maybe there. But the route of my life had carved out this new intersection, and I was going to take the path it offered.
Mack stared at me, looking worried, which almost made me laugh. Mack didn’t worry mu
