He doesn’t answer.
“Ramon, if you know something then please tell me.”
He looks at anyone but me, avoiding my eyes.
This can’t be good.
“I’m not sure she’ll be willing to talk to you. I’m not sure what’s happened, but this morning she was up before Eric and me and had breakfast ready for us before she said she was fine and going to run some errands. She just looked, well, not heartbroken like she has done over these past few days.”
“That’s good right?” I query. At least I think it is. I’m not too sure. It would be easier if she was missing me…then she would take my apology and come back here where she belongs. If she isn’t missing me—well, I don’t want to even think about that.
“I’m not sure. Eric followed her to make sure she was okay, because, to be honest, she was acting oddly. We couldn’t work it out. Anyway, she, um, met some guy in Starbucks.”
“She what!” I roar.
“Ramon you idiot. I told you not to tell him that,” Ruben gets in his face, but Ramon shoves him back.
“Don’t start on me.” Ramon pokes Ruben in the chest. “He’s the one who screwed up, not me. Lucien needs to know so he doesn’t sit on his ass and let someone else walk away with his woman.”
He turns to me.
“I hope you’re listening because that is what’s going to happen if you carry on being a dick. That woman loves you, and has taken nothing but shit from you. You don’t deserve her after the way you’ve treated her. If you were anyone else, I would beat the crap out of you. But you’re my brother and I want you happy for once. I’m telling you this because I love you and her, but do not go after her unless you’re willing to keep her, and to talk to her. Tell her about your past so you can move forward because until you do you’re only going to carry on hurting her. And once that’s out of the equation perhaps you’ll be able to tell her how much you love her. That’s what she needs to know, Lucien.”
“Well fuck me. I didn’t know my baby brother had all those words inside him,” Ruben comments, staring at Ramon in shock.
“Fuck you,” he responds.
Every word Ramon has just spoken is the truth, and I know what I have to do.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sabrina
My breakfast with Gavin was uncomfortable to say the least. We managed to get through the final arrangements for the fundraising event taking place in a couple of week’s time. He’s a really nice guy when he’s not flirting with me, which he tends to slip into rather often. Even with my stomach protruding out with every passing day as well. I should be happy that another man finds me attractive, but at the end of the day, I miss Lucien. He’s the only man I want a relationship with.
Last night after waking myself up crying, I decided the tears had to stop along with the heartache because it couldn’t be good for our baby. Deep down I know Lucien regrets his choice of words, I just wish they hadn’t hit so deeply in my heart.
I know myself, and I know I won’t be able to stay away from him for long. Thanks to Ramon I have my clothes, but he only brought me some for a few days so at least I have an excuse to go and see Lucien. It gives me a reason for being at his apartment so I don’t look like a desperate fool, or a lovesick girl.
Looking in to the window of the store I’m passing, I try to see my reflection to see if I have the desperate, heartbroken look on my face. I stop and stare inside the store when I realize it’s a baby store. This is something I’d planned on doing with Lucien and I’m not even sure I’m capable of going inside on my own without having a meltdown. How stupid is that?
“Sabrina?”
I nearly jump out of my skin, and lose my balance only for Eric to catch me.
“Sorry,” he apologizes looking sheepish.
What is he doing here?
Instead of thinking, ask!
“Why aren’t you at work?”
“Errand.” He grins.
My eyes narrow when I realize he has probably been following me since I left Ramon’s apartment this morning.
“You can stop following me and come shopping with me.”
He groans and looks panicked.
“Oh, stop. I need some clothes I can actually fit into instead of over flowing. Although they are comfortable, I’m sick of living in yoga pants with my extending bump.”
“Well, mama,” he grins, offering me his arm, “let’s go and get you some new clothes.” I slip my arm into the crook of his elbow before he continues, “But I hope you know I’m only doing this providing I get a fashion show.”
I roll my eyes.
“We’ll see. It depends how nice you are to me.”
“I can be really, really nice.”
I laugh. “C’mon Romeo.”