Disclaimer: See last chapter.
Note: Oh ok, one more but only cause I'm proud of myself and all the writing I did. Review if you please :-)
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I was early to Starbucks this morning. I sat there for about half an hour alone before Martin showed up. He could tell right away something was up then again it wasn't hard to see. My eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and I was so nervous I was shaking.
I felt like the most horrible person in the world. I knew Martin was going to take this badly. As far as he was concerned we were exclusive, so I basically cheated on him. I didn't really see it as a relationship, though—not the way he did.
Martin was leaning forward in his seat with his arm around me asking me what was wrong. When I told him I was pregnant, he flopped back into his seat and was just staring into space for what seemed like ages.
After stuttering for a while he managed to finally say 'How? We were… we were… careful.' I felt so bad. I had just dropped a giant bomb on him and that was only the beginning.
He was just staring at me and I just blurted out that I didn't know if the baby was his. The look on his face I don't think I'll ever forget. It portrayed hurt and betrayal all mixed up with anger.
I guess the anger must have taken over because next thing I know he's practically shouting at me asking who else could be the father because I didn't inform him I wanted us to see other people.
By now I was crying, wondering if this could possibly get any worse, but as it turns out it could. I decided I should tell him the 'other guy' was Jack so I did and he did not take it well at all. Whoever said honesty is the best policy has clearly never been in my situation.
Martin stood up and just started screaming at me. He was so angry and he just kept repeating over and over that I couldn't do this to him and why out of every man in New York did it have to be Jack Malone? Everyone around us was staring and I just sat there bawling, having no idea what to do to stop this humiliation.
He took his coat off the back of his chair and put it on, then he turned around and gave me the foulest look you could imagine before leaving. I wanted to go after him and explain but I knew there was no point; all I would get would be more abuse. I decided to leave it until later, let him calm down a little first.
All that was left to do was drink my herbal tea and then head to the restaurant where I was having lunch with Jack, all the while praying that encounter would go better…
TBC…
