TIMOFEY
I haven't been in the bedroom since before we left for the airport this morning.
The sheets are still in the tangle we left them in last night. The scent of her clings to my skin. I should wash it away, but I'm not quite ready to get rid of the reminder.
I asked Piper to help me forget. But how do I walk away from the night we had? How do I forget the way she said my name while I filled her?
She claimed some deep, unseeable part of me while I claimed her. I'm not sure if that's something I can forget or get back.
But telling her to leave was the right call. Shit is complicated enough without sorting through the mess of my feelings for her. Without trying to figure out why she hasn't told me about the baby. Is she even having my baby? I haven't given much thought to her options, and it's just now sinking in that she might not want to carry my child to term. What ties the sickening knot low in my gut is knowing that I can't blame her.
