Unpredictable by K.A. Berg

Author:K.A. Berg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BergBooks LLC
Published: 2018-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ALEX

USUALLY, IN A TIME LIKE THIS, I WOULD GO FOLLOW QUINN and try to get her to explain her feelings better. This has been a recurring theme—her running and me chasing. Except this time, I’m not feeling that urge at all. Instead, I want to slam my fucking hand through the bedroom wall. Apparently, everything I’ve done to try and be her partner through this was wrong. I’m surprised she didn’t tell me my breathing or blinking was making her feel pressured.

My mind plays back the last ten minutes. So many words whirl through my mind, I’m on overload. My brain can’t seem to focus on just one thought at a time for me to start processing what the hell just happened. Am I hurt? Angry? Sad? Guilty? I don’t know how I should feel right now.

“I can’t do it anymore.”

“Prove what… I’m defective.”

How did I miss all this? How has something that was supposed to bring us such joy led us here—Quinn off crying alone and me standing utterly shocked and so damn confused?

Actually, fuck that. This isn’t about me missing anything. Quinn’s a grown woman who promised to be honest throughout this. She has a mouth. She chose to let this play out as such. She let everything bottle up inside until it exploded; that’s not my fault. She should have been transparent and straightforward with me weeks ago.

Her cries are clear as day even through the closed door. Part of me aches to hold her, but the other is furious with her. Furious wins out as I grab my keys and walk out the door. I refuse to stay and listen to her cry. I need to clear my head and think.

Rather than heading to the parking garage for my car, my feet have me going in the opposite direction. I walk a few blocks before winding up in front of one of the many bars in our little NYC suburb. It’s still early in the night, and the place isn’t crowded, so I grab a seat at the bar and ask the bartender for a shot of Jack and a beer.

The burn of the smooth amber liquid is barely noticeable as I toss it back, my mind too focused on all the things Quinn hit me with. Pulling my wallet from my back pocket, I grab my credit card and toss it down before pushing the shot glass back toward the bar and tapping my finger next to it, signaling for another shot.

The older gentleman behind the bar fills the glass again and places the bottle back on the shelf. “The name’s Jim. Just give a shout when you need something.”

I shoot off a quick text to Tanner with the name of the bar and ask him to meet me here. After setting my phone down, I toss back another shot and get back to the problem at hand.

Despite what my wife may think, I wasn’t solely focused on her getting pregnant. She led, I followed.

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