Chapter 113: A GIFT: FLYNN

Blood rushed into my veins as adrenaline pumped through my body, furious at her comment. I fought to contain how hurt I felt at her assumption I'd reject something as wonderful as any child we'd made together. I scooped her into my arms and rubbed her back as I tried to sooth the sobs that wracked her body. In a low tone, I realized the only thing I could offer her was my honest feelings. I pushed her back and held her by the arms, and my eye-to-eye contact told her that what I had to say was my word.

"Alright, you want me to be completely honest with you? You're nineteen years old in two weeks. Nineteen. Fuck! I had hoped to have you to myself for a lot longer than this, but if you're pregnant, then we're having this baby as long as that's what you want. I want children, babe. I fucking love children, Valerie." Her eyes darted back and forth across my face nervously as she bit her lip.