Chapter 27: Pull Over
Reese
“There’s no need for that. Lizzie’s pregnant for me. And I’ll handle this on my own.” The words left my mouth before I could temper them.
I didn’t bother softening them. Didn’t bother pretending this was a discussion instead of what it really was—me slamming a door in his face.
I leaned back in the chair behind my desk, gripping the phone tighter than necessary, my jaw locked so hard it hurt.
Then my father spoke. “Do you?”
Two words. That was all it took. Something hot and immediate flared up my spine.
Heat surged behind my eyes, instant and vicious. “Why wouldn’t I?” I snapped, voice rising despite every intention to stay controlled. “The pregnancy is mine. The responsibility is mine. It has nothing—nothing—to do with you. So why are you so f*****g
