Or is it the fear of becoming one of those women who wait around for their man, who wait around for a man to take care of them, to shield them, support him?
Am I so scared to be alone that I’m pushing away someone who wants to never let me be alone again?
Confused more now than ever, I turn to wipe my nose when my phone vibrates with a text. I don’t even have to look at it to know who it’s from.
Hayden:I want you to know one thing, Adalyn. The pictures you gave me, the pictures of our baby, it reminded me of something. If I never get to win back your heart again, at least I’ll have a piece of it in the child we share. Thank you for going out with me tonight. Sleep well, baby.
Shallow breaths take over, my heart pounding in my chest, as more tears fall past my cheeks while I read his text over and over again.
I don’t think I could be more confused.
At least that’s what I thought . . .
Chapter Twenty-Five
ADALYN
Hayden:Good morning. Did you sleep well? Get some eggs? Drink some tea? Think about me at least three times?
Chuckling, I put down my mascara brush and pick up my phone.
Adalyn:Slept okay. I had some eggs and toast with some water this morning, happy?
His response is immediate.
Hayden:You failed to mention the thinking about me part.
Adalyn:I did on purpose.
Hayden:Ouch. That’s okay, another knock from you to my ego isn’t going to kill me. Although, it wouldn’t hurt you to say how handsome I looked last night.
Adalyn:You’re absurd.
Hayden:Just admit it. Dapper, that was me. Mr. Dapper Dan.
Adalyn:I don’t think men who qualify as dapper beg people to call them dapper.
Hayden:There was no begging involved, just trying to nudge you in the right way of thinking. Come on, admit it.
Adalyn:Your hair looked nice.
Hayden:Bingo! I’ll take it.
He’s so ridiculous, smiling I respond back.
Adalyn:And you smelled good too.
Hayden:Okay . . . that’s not fair. Now I’m hard and on an airplane to San Jose.
Adalyn:Men are disgusting.
Hayden:Hey, I don’t say women are disgusting when you get wet.
Adalyn:It’s because we don’t announce it like our coffee order in the morning.
Hayden:You should . . . it’s sexy foreplay. Are you wet from this conversation?
Adalyn:No.