Kendal
“You don’t have to do anything,” I insist. “You can be as involved or uninvolved as you want to be.”
“Of course I want to be involved!” he barks. “That’s my child you’re carrying.”
I shrug. “Well, that’s up to you.”
“I have a life to live, you know,” Camden says. “It’s not like I want to throw everything away just because—”
“Just because you knocked me up?” I accuse, anger rising up in me. The food arrives and I take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.
“Don’t be like that, Kendall,” Camden says, his voice calm. “We’ll figure something out.”
“You’re right. We’ll figure out custody when the baby is born,” I say. “Until then, you don’t have to do anything.”
“I want to go to appointments,” Camden insists. “I want to be involved in the pregnancy.”
“Like I said, that’s up
