Chapter 11

Looking back now, I definitely shouldn’t have fought it. I thought my life would have been completely mediocre. Instead, I got something so much more. I got a beautiful, rich man who wants me. I’ve basically gotten a kid before I thought I would have one. His eyes though…still had that sadness to them.

I tried not to move my face, and held a smile as the shock settled in. What?! He had a kid?! So this is what he was hiding? I could think of a million things, bad parents, money laundering, but not this. This, was a whole different story.

“Hey, Bud. Go back to your game.”

The kid nodded, and ran off with the ball. There was a moment of silence, much like the one a few minutes before.

“So…” Garret started.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that. He’s adorable, he really is. I just wasn’t exp–”

“Relax.” Garret laughed and looked at me. “I knew it would be a surprise. Take your time with it, okay?”

I sighed, and rested my head on Garret’s shoulder. I would need time to think this over.

I took the next few weeks to invest myself into my work, and get some deep thought in on this kid. I was almost 19, and if I continued with the relationship, I’d technically be a mother. I thought I knew what I wanted. To be a journalist first, then a mom later.

I didn’t know what to do, so I confided in someone who had been through most of what I had been through, my sister.

“Hey! Maria!”

I could hear the audible joy in her voice. I hadn’t heard from her in a while.

“Hey, Ry” There was a pause.

“You need something, don’t you?” I laughed.

“Yeah..some advice.”


I spent the next two hours explaining my situation, from start to finish, to Rylie. I finished explaining, and after a moment, I knew what I wanted. I had just spent the entire hour explaining and answering questions, I hadn’t noticed the most important thing until now, and now I knew.

I left her hanging, and hung up the phone. Then, I dialed Garret.

“Hello? Maria?”

“Garret. Hi. Can you come over? It’s important.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be right there.”

I sat on the couch, filled with butterflies in my stomach. I thought about the things I would say when he would get to my apartment. I thought about everything I had talked about with my sister, everything that I thought about the past few weeks.

There was a knock on the door, and my heart raced even faster than what it had been. I opened the door, and Garret was standing there, with a worried look on his face. I stepped aside and let him in.

“Are you okay? You sounded upset. What happened?”

“I’m fine, I promise. Here, sit.” I motioned for the couch.

“What’s going on, Maria?” He waited patiently for me.

“Okay. I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen. Okay?” He nodded. I began pacing back and forth across the room.

“You told me, to take my time, You told me that, and so I did. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be taking my time with, or how much time I was allowed, but I did it. I took time, I made the effort to figure out what I needed, and what I wanted. I did that, and I figured it out.”

I stopped and stared at Garret for a moment.

“I’m not ready to be a mother, I’m not. My nineteenth birthday is only about a month away. I’m not ready. But here’s the thing. I love you. I’m in love with you, and anything you want to throw at me, I can handle.”

I walked over to Garret and sat down next to him.

“I love you, Garret.”

I took his hands in mine.

Garret looked at my hands and then back up at me. He leaned in and kissed me. Then, he looked down at my hands again and rubbed them.


I smiled, but after a moment of silence it was gone. “There’s more isn’t there..”

“Yes..there’s more.”

I sighed. “What is it, Garret?”

Without looking up from my hands, he said it.

“There’ wife.”

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