Chapter Fourteen
Ginny
I wanted to support him, be there for him, but I didn’t sign on for parenthood. I wasn’t equipped to be a mother. I knew that from an early age.
I really thought he was done with whatever we had going on. He blew me off all week and barely responded to my texts. I only showed up at his house so I could tell him off for being an a*s.
I didn’t expect a baby bomb.
Micah carried his second beer to the couch. I tucked my feet under me and sat next to him. How long did I need to sit there? And how was I going to help him?
Was it bad that I was hoping the baby wasn’t his?
“If he’s mine, I’m going to take him. I have to. How can I give up my kid? How can I go on knowing I made a person and he’s out there somewhere? What if he got sick or hurt? What if he wondered wher
