UNFORGETTABLE (Able Series Book 3) by Gigi Aceves Read Free Book Online Page B

truth. As tears rapidly slide down my face, I quickly wipe them off. I guess, severe shock and hurt does that to someone’s tear ducts. They’re non-stop at this point with no end in sight.
    “I loved. . . . love my first child but, I don’t think I could risk loving and losing another.”
    His words play like a painful song in my head, making my ears and heart bleed from hearing them. . . . feeling them. He will never love our child . . . not now . . . maybe not ever, and another set of tears flow like lava across my face searing my flesh raw, burning my heart into ashes. I never thought I’d experience this kind of pain. I never thought. . . .
    A knock on the door disturbs my crying fest, and a few seconds later, the door opens. The source of my heartache . . . the man I’d vow to love until death do us part if given the chance, walks in. Then I cry more, realizing I’ve lost that chance since my child and I are a package deal. If he can’t love my child . . . then he can’t have me. The thought overwhelms my body; I start shaking all over again. Until somewhere in the corner of my brain, an image of a child appears reminding me that my baby needs me to be strong for us.
    “I’m sorry, Tami. I didn’t mean what I said . . .”
    “Stop! Just stop!”
    “Please, try to understand where I’m coming from. You are everything to me. . . . everything. I’m so fucking afraid to lose another child; the thought fucks with my head. I don’t want emptiness to surround me again when we lose . . .”
    His words should comfort me, but they don’t. Instead, being around him is stifling. It’s like being in a house engulfed in flames, the need to flee is so intense, and the desire to take in fresh air is so great. I feel escaping is the only way to survive. I’m his everything, not we are his everything. That thought brings another fresh round of tears, leaving nothing but pain in their wake.
    He pulls the blanket off of me, the spikes of anger are ready to aim and fire at will. “Stop! Don’t even think of finishing that stupid sentence. I.am.your.everything? It just isn’t me anymore, Brian. There’s a life inside me. How can you say that about your own child. . . . how can you say that about ours?” I stand up and level my eyes with his. I’m fighting so hard not to cry; I’m shaking so much. “Am I just a warm body you want to fuck whenever you feel like it, because that’s what it seems like to me? This part of your past that I should’ve known, I didn’t. You only shared half of yourself with me, and the most important part, where I could help heal or understand you, you chose to keep from me. Thank you for that. And, now you’re telling me you couldn’t risk loving and losing another. How dare you!”
    “You don’t understand. YOU NEVER WILL!” He’s gritting his teeth so hard, I’m afraid they’ll crack. “I saw her in pain, trying to bring our child into this world lifeless, and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. Worse, I did it to her! You can’t sit there and say you understand what the hell we’ve been through, or I’ve been through,” he angrily says, all the while pointing his finger at me.
    Looking at him with his eyes almost bulging out in anger, and listening to his words of ‘their pain,’ ‘our child,’ and ‘seeing her in pain’ hurt me. I’ve never been an insecure person; but hearing the love of my life talk about another woman with pain and anguish in his voice while spewing venom at me about not understanding him cuts me to the core. He gives new meaning to pain, and my unwavering love for him, now has a chip in it.
    I have no words, just whimpers paired with my tears because I can’t understand the pain he carries while trying to understand my own. My emotions are being pulled in different directions. Wanting to comfort him one minute, then wanting to lash out the next, then a huge stop sign hits me. Instead of dancing for joy because I’ve finally got what