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amusing.”
    She makes her way towards where I’m sitting with her evil eyes focused on me. “Actually I do. I did love you Seth. I was carrying your baby. Do I think it would have been easy? Hell no. You’re pretty fucking stubborn sometimes.”
    “Riiight, I’m the one who’s stubborn. I’m the one who took money to give MY kid away. I’m far from fucking perfect, but I would have NEVER done what you did. And now look at the fucking mess we are in. And we don’t even know if it’ll work.” I laugh like a crazy man. It’s definitely how I feel — like a fucking nutty person. A loon is the only type of person who’d actually get themselves into this type of situation. Not any damn sane person. I’m obviously far from sane.
    Sitting down beside me, she tries to reassure me. “It’ll all work itself out Seth. I regret the decisions I made. I was young and scared.” She places her hand on my back and starts to rub it up and down. I turn away from her.
    “Don’t touch me. We aren’t some happy couple and you know it,” I seethe at her.
    “Well, you better get to perfecting those vows of yours…we’re 500 miles away from Vegas.” And with that she gets up and walks out of the room.

Chapter Three

    *MALLORY*

    I’m not even going to lie, the excitement of becoming a mother is starting to take full effect. I love looking at all the tiny outfits at the stores. All the little socks, fluffy blankets and complicated strollers; there’s just so much to take in as a new mother. It’s sad, but I could spend all day in a baby store. Decorating her little room right down to the light switch cover is something I do often in my head. If not at an actual store, my new found online shopping addiction comes in handy.
    I haven’t heard anything about Seth lately. Like I care anyway. Shit, who am I kidding? I would give anything for him to be all Fabio-esque and run through my front door and whisk me off my feet. It would be the perfect moment. Well, as long as he didn’t say ‘ I can’t believe it’s not butter!’ Then it would be the perfect moment. But hell, that isn’t going to happen anyways, so why daydream about something that will never come to pass? So, I don’t. Day by day, I learn to expect it a little more for what it is. Unfair. No, it’s just life, which is unfair by the way.
    Is being a single mother something I want to do? No. I’d rather have the normal family life for my baby; the kind of life I never had. But hell, what’s fucking normal these days? The picture perfect family life seems to slowly be dying off. Can I do this on my own? Hell yeah I can. I don’t need a man. I was never close to my own father growing up, and I didn’t turn out too bad. Ha! Who the hell am I kidding? I’m a freaking mess. Just look at the trail of men I’ve been through. It’s sad. But that was the old me, the one who didn’t have a little piece of her along with the man she loves growing inside of her. I will never be that woman again. That woman died, the day Jesika basically did at my house. Seeing her that way, and feeling such incredible loss, did something to me. It made me realize life is too short. Too short to keep living without a care in the world. Too short to keep living so recklessly. Too short to keep being a ho like I was.
    But the truth is that once Seth and I hooked up for the first time, I never had sex with any other guy. The idea that we were both careful when it came to sex because we got around so much makes it hard to believe I got knocked up. But we all have those “in the moment” occasions. Which is exactly what we had after we found out Jesika was in the clear and that the baby was fine. I couldn’t go back to my house that night because of the blood and the whole memory of what had just happened. So Seth had offered me to stay at his place. It was the first time we’d ever actually stayed the night together. I was upset, so upset, and he comforted me the best way he knew