Esme's POV
I have read over those messages that Rachel had sent me over and over again, so much so that I can remember exact dates and times of when he sent each text. If it weren't for Xavier I'd still be hiding in a room re-reading them and wallowing in self pity.
"I didn't mean it, Esme." I looked up at Zeke. I seen the young man I first fell in love with, and if I weren't with Xavier, I would most definitely be in his arms right now. But I wasn't, he was a friend that I will always cherish, and unfortunately he's the father of my nephew.
So as much as I want him out of my life, I'm glad he's apart of it in someway. Even if it's because of Rachel.
"It felt like you did, I could tell as you spoke to her how ,uch you enjoyed making fun of me. I wasn't even that big at that time you we
