It raced with thoughts of my future, thoughts of Blaire, thoughts of our baby. I didn’t tell anyone, though. It wasn’t anyone’s business but mine, and there wasn’t a single person who could guide me in the right direction but me.I knew this without a shadow of a doubt.Two weeks had passed. During those two weeks I’d sent Blaire numerous messages about wanting to meet up with her—for a meal, for a soda, for whatever just as long as I could talk with her—but she never answered a single attempt. After the first week of her not answering my Facebook messages and me not seeing her at Cross Meadows, I drove over to her apartment. I’d become a freaking stalker and I didn’t give a shit. She needed to hear me out. I deserved that much.Paige had been the one to tell me to leave the first time. She’d said Blaire realized I wasn’t ready to deal with something so massive and life changing at the moment. That she herself was handling it hard and that maybe it truly was best if I gave her a little more space to wrap her head around things as well.
