When I get to her house I send her a text that I'm outside, but Isabella doesn't answer and I sigh when more than five minutes have passed. I know her well enough to know that she wants me to come out and get her like a perfect gentleman should.
Just two weeks ago I would probably do it without hesitation, but today I'm so drained, I have to force my legs to move.
The last thing I want to do is go into her house and talk to her parents. They've always been intense, but I know now that she's pregnant they'll be even worse.
Still, I walk to the front door and ring the doorbell. Their maid opens it for me.
"Mister Heiden, please come in," she says and guides me into the main living room where the whole family is waiting for me. Isabella and her parents. I don't want to, but I smile and
