My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 217

Evelyn

His words sank in, and they still hurt-not because I didn't trust him, but because I did. Because I believed every word he said. Because I'd always believe him, even when he was the one who hurt me. And yet, here I was, crying in his arms like a wreck.

But how could I blame him? He had been scared too.

I never once felt like a burden-my father never made me feel that way. But Jacob? The very first stage of his life had been nothing but torment. He had every reason to fear the word father because his own had carved scars into him before Rosaline and Enzo found him, before he ever had a chance to heal.

I didn't know how this realization settled in, but as I felt his breath tremble, his body shake ever so slightly-so slightly, as if he was trying to suppress it just to keep mine steady-it suddenly hit me.

He was human too.

He had been a child too.

He had been terrified too.

"Do you... do you think it was easy for me to make this decision?" My voice cracked as more tears streamed down my face. "Do you think I wasn't scared? That I didn't feel like my entire world was caving in?" I sniffled, "I did, Jacob. I was terrified. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. But then..." I took a shuddering breath. "Then I realized this is our child. A part of us. And as parents, how could we ever abandon them?"

He remained silent. His thumb traced slow, soothing circles on my side, his lips pressing soft kisses against my temple as I poured my heart out.

"I know it must have been hard for you," I murmured, "because of your past, because of him." I swallowed, my throat raw. "Maybe it wasn't as hard for me, but Jacob... being a mother is terrifying too. It was the hardest decision I've ever made. I doubted myself—if I could be good enough, if I could handle this, if I could keep our lives the same... But I still chose this. And not because I believed in myself." I met his gaze, my voice barely above a whisper. "I believed in us."

He exhaled sharply, his grip on me tightening.

"Do you not believe in us, Jacob?" I asked. "Do you really think I wouldn't stand by you when you're at your lowest? When your past haunts you? When you're struggling? Why won't you ever let me in?"

"I believe in us, baby," he whispered. "Trust me, I fucking do." His arms curled around me, crushing me to him. "I was just... scared." His voice was raw, breaking at the edges. "I thought I'd turn into him. That something dark would take over me, that I'd lose control and hurt you. Hurt our baby. I didn't want that I didn't want to be him."

I felt his lips tremble against my temple

"But if there's anyone in this world I trust, it's you." He exhaled, his breath warm against my skin. "I know you can anchor me. I know you'd do anything for me, even if it meant hurting yourself to keep me safe. That's what scared me the most. I didn't want your love to become your destruction."

My chest ached at his words.

are my life, Jacob?" I sniffled, my tears slowing. "I want nothing else. Just you. And now... our baby. Is that too much to ask?When are you going

said. For everything I did." He buried his face in my shoulder. "I swear, I never meant a single word of it. I wanted this baby from the very start—I just kept denying it. I tried convincing myself otherwise, but it didn't work. The moment you walked out of that apartment, the second you disappeared into that elevator... all I could think about was you. You and our baby." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't know if you'll ever believe me after all the shit I've said, but it's the truth." He swallowed hard. "I want this baby, Evelyn. I want to be a father. And I want to stand by your side through all of it. Just give me a chance to prove it

he didn't

my mind, I'd already given him that

behind me and

glassy with unshed tears, his jaw

his gaze and whispered, "So you're not going to ask me to abort our

flicker of pain crossed his face before he cupped my cheek,

"Never," he murmured.

lingering kiss to my forehead, and I closed my

what

diapers?" I asked after a moment, my voice

small smile played on his lips.

"And apply lotion?"

grew. "Yes,

help me

"Yes. Always."

stay with me during labor when I'd be ugly crying

even for a second." His thumb traced soft, soothing circles against

teeth, but then

him physically relax. His entire body seemed to exhale in one long, unsteady breath, as

a tight embrace, his arms locking around me as if he never wanted to

his warmth, my fingers curling into his

rumbled in his chest. "I

I felt his hand inch toward my stomach before he hesitated, looking back at

I smiled. "Of course."

over my

across my skin.

almost reverent

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