Picking Up the Pieces
“If Hilary had actually made the damned ultrasound appointment, I knew she wasn’t bluffing. But if she was pregnant with my kid, going to see one of those fuzzy black-and-white images was what I was supposed to do, right?I’d been on autopilot ever since she dropped her grenade, screwing up any hope I had of winning back Rose. I would never be able to wipe the image of Rose’s horrified face from my memory. She’d had a vision of me winning a U.S. Senate race with a very pregnant Hilary at my side. I hadn’t believed her. In fact I’d sworn to her that it could never happen, but look where I was now—about to see my baby for the first time. My baby was supposed to be with Rose. Yesterday, I thought Rose was pregnant with Mason’s baby. Today, Hilary was pregnant with mine.It was amazing how quickly things had gotten turned on their head. Hilary’s Lexus was in the lot, so I got out of my sheriff’s car and headed into the clinic. She sat waiting in one of the worn chairs in the waiting room, lo...oking as fresh and pulled together as always.MoreLess
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