Chapter 20

Aurora

It was just dinner.

I'd told myself that several times today. Hell, it was my new mantra.

Nothing crazy, just dinner.

Nothing life changing or ridiculous, just dinner.

Somehow, no matter how much I said it, it didn't help. I nearly jammed my mascara brush into my eyes a few times while I was getting ready because my hand was shaking with nerves.

Why couldn't I have told him before he invited me over to meet his whole family? It was too late now. Even if I told him before we got to his parent's place, who was to say he wouldn't just turn the car around and dump me back on my doorstep? The longer I left things, the worse he took the news in my mind. I was such a ball of anxiety about the baby in my belly that I didn't know if I'd ever be able to get the nerve to tell him.

At this rate, I would never tell him. I'd end up having to do things like they did in the olden days—disappear to a convent for several months and return with the baby of a "distant relation" who happened to look just like me. Would Brendon buy that?

I shook my head. This was going too far. I would tell hither was nothing I could do about it. If he didn't... well, I didn't want to get my hopes up too high.

There was a knock on my front door. I nearly stabbed myself with mascara. Again.

"Coming!" I called, hastily wiping the black smear under my bottom lashes.

A few seconds later I strolled over to the front door, pulse pounding. Was Brendon just early to pick me up? It wasn't like him to be early. Or to be late, for that matter. Brendon was one of those right-on-time guys and it was actually one of the things I liked about him.

I opened the door.

"Hey," Nolan said, offering up one of the easy smiles that had charmed the pants off me early in our relationship.

He looked exactly the same as when I last saw him. His hair was still short, still neat. His face was still clean-shaven and starting to show the slightest trace of a tan. He looked good.

I was numb, but somehow found one word to say back. "Hey."

Nolan moved past me into the apartment before I realized that I should have been slamming the door in his stupid face. What the hell was he doing here? How did he know where to find me?

My heart dropped like a stone into my gut. My freaking mother. I was going to kill her! How dare she give out my address to my dickhead of an ex-boyfriend!

"Nolan, you can't be here."

He grinned and sat down on the sofa, patting the spot next to him. I'd just gotten that sofa a couple weeks ago from a used furniture store a few blocks down the road, spent the last remnants of that week's paycheck on it. I was now contemplating burning it asa soon as I got him to leave.

I hung by the door, demonstrating as clearly as possible that I was not comfortable with his presence and keeping the door within his view at all times.

"I can be here. I am here," he replied saucily. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

I shook my head. "I'm not."

His smile fell away and suddenly he was the angry asshole who'd spewed those venomous words and had pushed me to my breaking point.

"I came all this fucking way to see you," he spat. "Would it kill you to be a little grateful?"

"What are you doing here, Nolan?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

"I came here to see you," he said, as if it were obvious. "And to let you know that it's time to come home now."

I let out a sardonic laugh. "Says who?"

"Your mom." He stood up, walking over to me. My neck prickled with cold sweat. "And me."

Nolan stopped a few feet in front of me, and suddenly my shoebox apartment seemed even tinier than usual. I felt like the air had been sucked out of the place.

"I'm not coming home," I said. "I'm finished with Bridgefield, I told you."

"We're not finished."

I puffed up my chest and tilted my chin up defiantly. "We are finished, Nolan. I've moved on. I've got a boyfriend here and we're building a life together."

After tonight's news, Brendon and I might no longer be a thing—but at least I knew that I'd never be with Nolan again.

"Come on, Aurora." His tone was gentler now, but his eyes were still like two shards of ice. "You don't belong here. You belong with me. In Bridgefield. Your mom misses you."

"She can visit any time she wants."

"You know that she won't." He reached out to place a hand on my shoulder and I jerked back. His eyes hardened. "What's the deal, then? I know you're not staying here because you like it. Being in the city was never your scene. Has this new boyfriend got you knocked up or something?"

I went rigid without meaning to. Even though Nolan had been wrong about everything else, his last statement was so surprisingly intuitive that I reacted before I even had time to think. And, since he'd known me for years, it was something Nolan picked up on easily.

"You are pregnant?" he asked with wide eyes, glancing down to my belly.

Of course, there was nothing there to see yet, though my time was running out as far as that was concerned.

"How far along?" he asked.

"None of your business," I snapped.

Nolan took another step, towering over my small frame. He looked positively menacing in that moment. "You ran away because you were pregnant. That's it, isn't it? The baby is mine."

"The baby is not yours!" I yelled, even though it clicked in at that moment that there was a possibility, however small, that the baby brewing inside of me did belong in part to Nolan. The thought made me sick, and I immediately flung myself back a few steps.

Again, Nolan picked up on my body language in a way he'd never been able to do when we were together.

"I'm going to be a dad..." He looked almost thoughtful. "I'm not raising a kid in New York. You'll have to come home."

My head was spinning. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was either going to vomit or pass out or both and I knew that each second Nolan was still in my apartment would only make it worse.

I exploded, a veritable maelstrom of anger and anxiety.

"Get out!" I shrieked. "Get out right now or I'm calling the cops!"

Nolan started toward me and I slipped out of the way, pointing to the door. He turned, I pointed. I yelled again. I didn't even know what I was yelling now but it was enough for him to make a hasty retreat. I locked the door behind him and sank to the floor, heavy breaths threatening to turn into sobs, my eyes blurring with tears. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to ruin my makeup. Brendon would be here soon.

Still, I couldn't help it. I dissolved into panicked sobs like a child.

I managed to get myself cleaned up again before Brendon came, though my makeup was more basic since I couldn't be bothered to reapply the whole look all over again.

If the baby wasn't Brendon's, how could I still tell him after dinner? Did that mean I should wait, or that I should add a disclaimer to the statement that there was only a 50% chance it was his? I wasn't even sure if those were the odds. Maybe if I'd been to university for longer than a couple semesters I could calculate the stats and provide him with a more accurate report. I was being crazy.

I decided to see how dinner went and figure out what I was going to do afterward.

If Brendon noticed my silent deliberation in the car, he didn't mention it. By the time he slung his arm over my shoulders in the expansive driveway of his parents' sprawling mansion, I was back to acting like my old self. He wouldn't have to know.

"Now, just to warn you," Brendon said as we strode across the pavement. "My family can be a little overwhelming."

I thought back to my mother's betrayal and laughed. "I think I can handle it."

The door flung open before we even knocked, revealing a slim, middle aged woman with perfect chestnut curls. She pulled Brendon into a tight hug.

"Here you are!" she cooed, pulling me in next. "I’m Eleanor. I was so excited when Brendon told me he was bringing home a girlfriend for us to meet. We all were! Come in, come in. Can I take your jacket?"

I was hustled into the hallway, and I barely had a chance to register the little steps racing toward me before Julian popped into view and tackled Brendon in a hug.

"Uncle Brendon!" he cried.

Morgana rounded the corner a second later, smiling somewhat tightly.

"Hey kiddo." Brendon ruffled Jude's hair, then looked up at his mom. "I didn't realize it was going to be a big dinner."

"Not that big," Eleanor replied airily. "Avery's still in bed of course, poor dear. But Morgana is here and Keilan's on his way. Come into the kitchen!"

She turned on her heel and we followed, Brendon dragging Julian along with each step. The kitchen was just as impressive as the rest of the house, and I stared openmouthed as I tried to process the granite and chrome splendor of it all. The pitched ceiling was threaded with timber beams that gave the place a chalet like vibe. Not that I'd ever been to one.

"You must be Aurora," an older man said, standing from the little kitchen table and coming to greet me. "I'm Keilan."

I frowned in confusion, looking over at Brendon for confirmation. I had assumed this was his dad. Was Keilan a lot older than I'd been let on to believe?

Brendon rolled his eyes just as his mother scolded, "Don't be like that, Patrick. You'll send the girl packing and then it'll be another twenty years before your son brings home a nice girl."

I laughed nervously.

"What's this I hear about a nice girl?" a smooth voice asked from the doorway.

We all turned, and Brendon's mother launched herself at the handsome newcomer. This, without a doubt, was Keilan. He shared many of the same facial characteristics as his brothers, but looked like a version of Avery who'd been stretched on a rack. His features were sharper, thinner, and he was a couple inches taller than Brendon. The smug turn of his lips sent a shiver down my spine, and for the first time I considered that I might be in over my head.

"This is Keilan," Eleanor said, pulling him over to meet me.

We shook hands, and his handshake lingered just a moment too long. I pulled back hastily.

Keilan turned to Brendon, smug smile locked and loaded. "I never thought I'd see the day when you brought a girl to meet the family," he admitted. "Are you sure you're my brother and not some sort of imposter?"

"Oh, Keilan," Eleanor chided, smacking him with a dish towel. "Don't be cruel."

"What? Would you have put him in the family man category?"

"Don't go sorting anyone into any categories just yet," piped up Patrick from by the stove, where he was stirring a big pot. "Baby steps for our little bachelor."

Everyone laughed, except Brendon and me. I felt like I must be missing out on some kind of joke, but since Brendon wasn't laughing either I realized they may have hit closer to home than it appeared.

Everyone was friendly and warm at dinner, and all in all I had an enjoyable time. They were, as Brendon warned, a lively bunch, but I found the Ralstons to be great company.

The only thing that bothered me was their surprise at Brendon bringing a girl over. I was sure they were just teasing in fun, but there had to be some truth behind it. Maybe Brendon was even less interested in having a family than I thought. My nerves were shot, and when it came time to tell him about the pregnancy, I couldn't. I asked him to drop me off at home after dinner, saying that I was tired and just wanted to get some rest. Really, I just couldn't stand facing him after I'd failed.

Again.