“Sounds good.”
I helped her to stand up and I watched her walk out of the room to get changed.
I shoved my cock back into my jeans and headed for the kitchen to check on the potatoes.
The salad was all chopped. I’d just finished setting the table when Lily appeared in the doorway, looking odd.
“You okay?” I asked.
She just stood and watched me. “I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.
I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “What?”
She seemed to gather her courage. “I went to the doctor’s this morning. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby in about eight months.” She smiled.
The blood was pounding through my ears. My heart broke. I needed to leave before I did something I’d regret.
“I’m going out. Don’t be here when I get back,” I could barely talk.
Her face fell. “Michael, I know it wasn’t planned, but please don’t leave me. I love you,” she cried out in a panicked voice as I turned my back on her and started to leave. I froze when I heard the words that I had so wanted to hear, but I couldn’t be with her right now.
“Just leave….and don’t come back,” I told her.
I turned and walked out, leaving Lily in tears in the kitchen while my whole world fell apart.
Chapter 57
~~ LILY ~~
“Lily, please talk to me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s gone wrong.” Lucien had been asking me this question since he’d collected me from Michael’s house after he’d left me in tears.
I couldn’t speak. My tears wouldn’t stop flowing as I cried all over him. One minute everything was fine and I was so happy and the next Michael had told me to leave. I thought that he loved me and would welcome our child, but no. The minute I’d blurted out that I was pregnant, his whole demeanor changed. I hadn’t known what to do, so I’d rang my friend, Lucien to come get me, and I was still sobbing all over him. I needed to tell him and perhaps he would know why Michael reacted the way he did.
With a slight adjustment, I was out of his arms and sat up in the chair. I wiped at my tears and blew my nose. I turned to Lucien. “I told Michael that I’m pregnant.” His eyes widened. “I love him, Lucien.” I started to cry again. “I told him and he told me he was going out and to be gone when he got back. Why would he say that to me? I thought he loved me, too. He’s never said, but the way he looks at me makes me think that he does.” I took hold of Lucien’s hands. “Do you know why he acted like he did?” Lucien turned away, but kept my hands in his. “Lucien please, if you know, please tell me, it’s killing me.”
Lucien pulled me back into his arms and stroked down my back while I cried. “How pregnant are you?” Lucien asked.
“Close to five weeks, but I conceived about three weeks ago. They date the pregnancy from the first day of your last cycle. Lucien, if you knew what was going on would you tell me?” I asked him.
“Lily, please don’t ask me that.”
I sat up. “You do know,” I accused.
“I’m not actually sure. I have an idea, but I need to talk to Michael first.”
“I feel sick,” I groaned.
Lucien shot up from the chair and carried me to the bathroom just in time for me to lose everything down the toilet. When I was finished, I just stayed on the bathroom floor in a heap, crying.
“Do you think you’ll be all right if I carried you through to the bedroom?”
I just nodded.
Lucien picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom then laid me on the bed. He covered me up with a fleece blanket and walked back to the bathroom, only to return with a wash cloth.
He sat on the side of the bed and wiped my face while I watched him. He was a really great guy.
“Thank you for taking care of me. I didn’t know who to ring. Perhaps I shouldn’t have rang you, because you’re Michael’s brother,” my voice hitched, “but I needed you.” Tears welled up in my eyes again.
“Lily, we’re friends, okay? I’m glad you rang me, I really am. At first you frightened the life out of me when I saw you. I thought something had happened to Michael.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to keep apologizing…. Lily, can I ask you something without you screaming at me?”
I moaned. “Okay. I promise no bodily harm.”
He took a deep breath and met my eyes. “You’ve lived with Michael now….”
“Twenty-five days,” I interrupted.
“Twenty-five days. Is there any chance that you could be further along than three weeks?”
I shook my head. “No. I conceived about three weeks ago, but I’m five weeks pregnant.”
“All right. Sorry, you’ve already told me that. So there isn’t any chance David got you this way?”
Why was he asking me these questions? “You don’t believe me, do you? That this is Michael’s baby?”