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I Just Want You(77)



"You motherfucker! I can't believe you left her. You make her fall in love with your sorry ass and then leave her when she needs you the most."

"Fuck you! I can't believe you have the nerve to show up here after what you did."

"Me? You left her!" he roars. "She's a fucking mess because she believed you would be there, and look at what you did."

I take another step toward him. "Look what I did? It was you. I saw the proof. You two deserve each other." My control snaps and I throw a right hook, slamming into his jaw.

Zane steps in front of me, hands on my chest. "No more," he orders. "Would one of you jackasses care to tell me what the fuck is going on here?"

"Gladly. Your boy here, he fucked her over. Knocked her up and now he doesn't want her. Kicked her out with the promise of a severance package."

Did I hear him right? "Repeat that," I say, my eyes locked on his.

"Cut the shit, Ledger. Don't stand there and act surprised. You fucking left her!" he screams.

"No, I. . . ." I stumble backward, thankfully meeting the side of my desk. "She was. . . . There were pictures. . . . You texted her." I run my hands down my face to try and erase this fucking nightmare.

Pregnant.

"What are you rambling on about?"

"The fucking pictures!" I yell at them. "Carly, she sent me pictures of you and Berklee from last night, and she's been distant, and then the text message asking if she told me, that I deserved to know. I. . . ." Oh God, please say I didn't just walk away from her and my baby.

Barry scoffs. "You're telling me you had no idea she was pregnant."

Tears prick my eyes. "I have something to tell you." Her words filter through my mind. The sickness, her being tired-it's all clear now.

I fucked up.

"No," I say over the lump in my throat.

"Did you give her a chance to explain?" Zane asks. His voice is soft, as though he's speaking to a wild animal that could attack at any minute.

"No," I say again, barely getting the word to pass my lips. Fuck, Berklee, she thinks I don't want her or my baby. I have to go to her. I have to fix this. Turning, I grab my keys and phone and see the two Tiffany boxes. I shove one into each pocket. "Is she home?" I ask Barry.

He stares at me, scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest.

"Is she home?" I say again.

"Why should I tell you where she is? You left her, kicked her to the curb, remember?"

I stalk toward him and stand toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose. "Because I fucking love her. She's my entire fucking world and I fucked up. I get that. I'll make it up to her."

"What makes you so sure she'll take you back?"

"I'll fight for her. I won't stop until she sees that she's it for me. And"-again with the fucking emotion-"my kid. I'm going to be a father to that baby. They're mine, both of them, and I won't stop until she's back where she belongs."




 

 

"And where is that exactly?" he counters.

"Right here." I place my hand over my chest. "She belongs right here, and I'll show her."

He stares at me, and I don't blink. Zane takes a step back, seeing that my fight's not with Barry. It's for my family. Berklee and our baby. I'll fight every damn day to show her what she means to me.

"She's at home. She's exhausted from crying and just wanted to be left alone. Maybe you should-"

"No. I'm going to her. I can't let her go to sleep thinking I don't want her or our baby. I'm going, and I would advise that neither of you try and stop me." With that I shoulder past them. I stop when I reach the door and look over my shoulder. "I want Carly fired. Escorted off the premises. Now," I growl. Turning around, I run down the steps and out of the doors to my truck. I don't speak to the staff. I don't even know if I got the door shut. All I know is that I have to get to her.

I make the fifteen-minute drive in half that, breaking a few laws in the process. When I pull into the drive, I'm out of the truck and knocking on the door within seconds.

A pissed-off Maggie opens the door. "What do you want?"

"I need to see her," I say, trying to be nice. If that doesn't work, I'll force my way in. Nothing is going to keep me from seeing her.

"She's sleeping. What else could you possibly have to say?"

"I'll explain later, but not before I talk to her. I need to explain it to her first. She deserves that."

"I thought you loved her. I told her that you would be there for her."

"I do," I say, defeated. "I'm going to be. It's a huge misunderstanding. I didn't know about the baby. I thought. . . . Look, I just need to see her," I plead.