I do know that he apologized to her. The strange thing is that he wasn’t only trying to buy my mom off, but he was doing it in a way so that she would stay with his dad. It was both cruel and sweet at the same time. I have no clue what to make of that. When he’d done the same to his own mother, it came with the terms that she had to leave and never come back. This was flipped. I don’t know why. I try to understand it, but the one thing that comes to mind only makes my heart hurt more.

Asher is always full of surprises. I never know what I might get with him. It’s one of the reasons I’d fallen in love with him. Then he’d gone and done the one thing he said he wouldn’t. He hurt my mom and got in the middle of her and his father’s relationship.

These past few weeks have been horrible. At first, I had no clue what I was going to do. I still had a pile of college acceptance letters I could choose from. But none of them seemed to appeal to me. What is wrong with me? Why don’t I have this drive to go to college? Since I started my senior year in high school, I couldn’t narrow down what I wanted to do once I graduated. Everyone else had a plan or at least an idea of where they were headed. I was clueless. Now all I can think about wanting is a life with Asher. I could see what kind of future I wanted. Now none of that matters. Everything has been turned upside down with the result of this little test. I don’t want Asher to be with me because I’m pregnant. Hell, I’m still mad at him.

It’s been so dang hard not responding to his texts. I thought maybe he would get tired of me not responding, but the exact opposite happened. The more I ignored him, the more frequently I got messages. I wanted to scream when he told me he was going to Japan but would be back in a week. I wasn’t sure I believed him until I’d seen him pull up and walk into the guest house. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I’d felt a huge sense of relief knowing he was back.

“Molly,” Asher calls my name. My heart drops. I snatch the test off the counter and shove it into the back pocket of my jean shorts. Quickly I rush out of the bathroom, not wanting to be caught in there. I’m not ready to tell him about the results. We’re not even speaking at this point.

“You could knock,” I say when he bursts right into my bedroom.