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it on over her head. That’s when I saw what little clothing she had on. It was fucking freezing outside, and she was in nothing more than a black tank top, and bright pink sleep shorts.
    “You need to dress warmer,” I admonished, not bothering to hide my disapproval. Wasn’t she taking better care of herself?
    With a harsh pull, she covered her torso with the hoodie, and shot daggers at me.
    “I get hot, which is normal for pregnant women. Now are you going to tell me what I did to deserve your extra sunny disposition this morning, or did you just come to tell me what I can and can’t wear to bed?”
    She turned around and stormed out, causing me to throw my hands up in defeat. God, why did she have to be so fucking difficult?
    “I didn’t come here to fight,” I half-yelled, following her out into the living room. I stopped in my tracks when I realized that Kennedy, Dane and Ashley were all watching us from the sofa. Jade started pulling plates from the cupboard, and slamming them onto the counter.
    “Can we please have this conversation in private?” I asked her. I shot Dane a look, and he caught my meaning, showing me his understanding with a brisk nod. He stood up, and pulled Kennedy up with him. He leaned down, and murmured, “C’mon Kitten, let’s give them some privacy.”
    Ashley stood too, but before they could leave, Jade exited the kitchen with determination on her face.
    “No,” – she looked at our friends and then back at me – “Whatever you need to say can be said in front of our friends.”
    I had officially started running out of patience. Jade was being so fucking stubborn, and kept shooting me down when I was trying to amicable. If she wanted to challenge me, she could bet her tight Spanish ass I’d be up for it.
    “Fine,” I said. “I came here to apologize for acting like an ass yesterday, and to let you know that you won’t keep anything else regarding your pregnancy or our baby from me. I will be part of his or her life, whether you want me to or not. Your next appointment is in three weeks, and I will be going with you. You get sick, you call me. You need anything, you call me.” She opened her mouth to speak but I put my hand up to silence her. She wasn’t going to get a word in edgewise until I was done. “You walked away from me once, but that’s not happening again. I’m fighting for that baby,” – I pointed at her stomach, and ignored her tearful gaze, “and I’m going to fight for you. We are in this together Jade, and whether or not we sort our shit out our baby will have two parents who make the decisions together . I have loved you for most of my life, and I will wait for you forever if need be. You don’t get to do this without me, and if you try, I will fight you at every turn.”
    The room fell quiet, the only sound was Jade’s whimpering, and just when I thought she wasn’t going to respond, she opened her mouth, and whispered, “Okay.”

Chapter 11
Jade
“Damn straight it’s my kid.”
    I t was late, and Reid was probably already asleep, but I had to see him. He’d walked out of my apartment earlier, and I hadn’t heard from him since he left me a blubbering mess. I hoped it wasn’t going to be a new habit of his.
    I unlocked the door to his and Dane’s apartment using my spare key, and quietly shut the door. Dane was next door with Kennedy, so I didn’t have to worry about waking him up. I stepped lightly across the cold, tiled floors, and slowly opened Reid’s bedroom door, a smile teasing my lips when his sift snores met my ears.
    I walked closer, and sat down on his bed. The slight movement jolted him, and he startled awake. I reached over and switched his bedside lamp on.
    “Jade,” he sat up right. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” His eyes darted from my face to my stomach, and his worried expression made me soften.
    “I’m fine,” I replied quietly. My eyes couldn’t help but roam the defined contours of his chest.

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