Fuck my life!
Was it so fucking hard for this asshole to try and respect and understand my feelings just one time! Maybe hear me out a little bit? I love children, and I had the means to raise one well even if it was by myself. Was it such a problem that he had to walk out of his own room fuming mad.
And that was yesterday.
I didn't need Lucas to tell me what to do.
Hasn't he ever heard the concept of my body my choice?
Why couldn't I ever win cleanly when it came to him?
It's not fair to me at all!
"You're still sulking?" Melvin's voice cut through my thoughts as he sauntered into the living room, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "It's your own damn fault for not telling Lucas anything in the first place. Did you really think he wouldn't find out about the fertility pills?"
"Who the hell asked you?" I snarled, grabbing the salt shaker from the coffee table and flinging a handful at him.
