Chapter 11

Today was the day.

I was going to tell Christian the truth about my pregnancy. Even though I hate to admit it, Marc was absolutely right. It made no sense to hide or to run away from the situation when he was going to figure it out either way, so it would be for the best if it came from me.

I looked at the leather jacket in my hands and straightened it. It was the same jacket he had given me the day he had brought me home and I had yet to return it, he didn’t even ask for it.

I know I was over-analyzing things as usual but if he was going to treat the baby like the jacket I did not have many expectations. To be honest, I didn’t had any expectations at all so I was prepared for the worst. I did not want his support, I did not want his money, I just wanted him to know and that’s all. The last thing I planned on doing was forcing him to be a dad when I wasn’t all that ready to become a mom.

I got out of the car and made my way to the front of the club. The back