*Lauren*
The worst night of my life was over and now it was the morning after.
And it wasn’t that much better.
After Lucas had left me there crying on the beach last night, begging him to come back to no avail, I sat back down at the table feeling lost. The moment I had feared since my discovery of being pregnant had come to pass.
Lucas had found out, and he was angry. Angry not at the idea of being a father to a newborn son as I had initially feared, but that I had kept that truth from him for my own stupid reasons, which at the time did not seem so stupid to me in my panic. I feared that this lie, which of course wasn’t the first, was the lie that had completely blown it for me, and that I had lost him once and for all.
After a while, I gathered myself enough to get up and walk back to my bungalow. I figured that the caterers would soon be back on the beach to clean up. I knew now why Lucas had asked them to leave. He wanted time alone to confront me.
