Chapter 12

Noah's POV

Once more, I had resigned to living with another person. It annoyed me, truthfully. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, but here I was. Daniel was quick to keep me updated, whether on Liam's mental state or his work ethic.

"I don't think he's realized what it means when you go into labor," Daniel said one night at dinner.

I looked up. "Why not?"

"Because, he keeps looking around for you to tell him his schedule, and has been surprisingly calm when I tell him you're on a maternity leave because you're about to have his child."

I sighed. Liam wouldn't know what it meant to be sensitive if it hit him in the face. I thought of his words. "Maybe he just thinks of it as a hassle," I muttered quietly.

Daniel seemed to hear me and replied. "Eh, wouldn't be surprised if he said something like that. Is that why you ran away? Maybe you should email him, at the very least. I know I said I'll tell him when you're in labor, but don't you think you should call him before then?"

"No."

We resumed eating, neither of us saying anything until Dakota burst through the door, laughing and smiling. She stopped when she sensed the tense mood. Daniel stood up, eying her incredibly short dress. "Where have you been all night? You were supposed to be home an hour ago!!"

They may be siblings but, to Daniel, Dakota was his daughter. Dakota was not too pleased with this. She scowled. "With Liam. He invited me to a party his friend was having. It was wild!"

I bit my lip, Daniel shaking his head. They both turned to me, Dakota gasping at her insensitive comment. "Oh, Noah. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"It's... Fine. I'm just gonna head to my room, okay?"

They both nodded, watching me toddle up the stairs with incredible difficulty. When I got to my room, I sat down and sighed. These hormones are messing with my brain, but even I could tell Liam had been a jerk.

He either didn't care, or didn't seem to know what was wrong. He hadn't called, hadn't even asked Daniel about anything. It hurt, and really made me believe he only cared about the child. I'm sure he'd care when I go into labor and have his precious child. I grit my teeth.

My head was a jumbled mess from Liam alone. This whole child business made it worse. I thought I had everything planned out. I bought a house, I got a job, I had everything I needed to potentially raise a child. On my own. Would I be able to do it with Liam? It really made me wonder, after being with him.

His frivolous attitude was much different from my own serious one, and I knew that. I accepted it. But would I accept it after I have the child? Would Liam be able to step up and be the father he needs to? I sighed. Maybe... Maybe it would be better to end this.