My life has turned out to be such a cliché. And not in a good way.
It’s not exactly Sixteen and Pregnant, but at eighteen my only advantage is a high school diploma. And if that’s not enough, the father—and I use that term loosely—couldn’t have hightailed it out of my life fast enough.
I thought I really knew him. Unfortunately, my boyfriend of three years transformed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde once he realized his carefree, childless days would be coming to an end.
I’m over him now though. The real love of my life is chubby, has more gum than teeth, and stands a little over two feet tall. She may not have been planned, but I’ve never regretted having her. She is the center of my world.
A world that’s turned upside down when my ex returns ready to earn the love and trust of the child he abandoned before birth.
Letting him into my daughter’s life is one thing but letting him back into mine isn’t going to happen. Because the biggest mistake of my life has a name, and that name is Mitchell Aaron Kingsley.
And he’s one mistake I don’t ever intend to make again.
“Ye-yeah, of course it’s still open,” I say, stumbling over my words. Although I thought I could get her to agree, I’d thought I’d have to resort to a full court press. Her ready agreement is a shock, to say the least.
“Under certain conditions.” Her tone suggests I probably won’t be crazy about whatever rules she’s about to lay down.
“First, I don’t want you to think that my accepting is a way of getting us back together. I’m doing what’s best for Bree and my mom,” she states in a no-nonsense voice.
For a brief second, I let my eyes wander and I take in all the bare skin revealed by her outfit, and bite the inside of my mouth to squash the unwanted surge of lust. She doesn’t want to know what I’m thinking.
“No, I get it. This is all about Bree and your mom,” I reply, completely poker-faced, knowing I’m lying through my teeth. She may have convinced herself we’re over but we’re not.
Nope, not by a long shot.