#Chapter 115: Day Out

Kayla Nicholas was still asleep beside me when I woke the next morning. My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the windows, and my breath caught as I looked over and saw him laying there. He was on the opposite side of the bed now, his back turned to me, although the distance between us felt too small. Or maybe too large. I couldn’t seem to decide which. But it didn’t matter, because it all came rushing back like a tsunami washing through my room. The baby. The hospital. And most importantly, Nicholas’s drunken confession. “That’s not my baby…” He had uttered those words as he laid his large body on top of me, his hips positioned between my legs. His breath had been hot and familiar against my neck, and the sensation of his lips sloppily dragging across my skin still lingered, even now. Was it true? Was the baby—Anna’s beautiful little boy—really not his? I glanced over at Nicholas again, s