Chapter 29 Silvy It has been a week since the Fourth of July. A week to think about my talk with Goof. And that is all I have thought about. I could get that conversation out of my head. And it was pissing me off. I couldn't come to a decision. And that pissed me off more. Then there were the questions I kept coming up with. Why did Goof want to change the deal now? What changed? If this was about seeing the baby I told him he could be in the kid's life. What more does he want? He said he wanted us to be a family. He was going to give up the parties and skanks. But will he really? You are probably wondering if I have trust issues. I do. I have been burnt too many times by men. But Goof has never lied or let me down. So why don't I trust him on the skanks? Or that he is serious? I want to believe him, I do, but something is stopping me. I just don't know what it is. And then there is the fact that he isn't in love with me. How can I live with Goof and play the happy family knowing that? And what happens when Goof meets someone? Or me? All of this is making me want to scream and pull my hair out. I can't think straight. And these hormones aren't helping the situation. I'm either hungry, horny, cranky or sleepy. Sometimes more than one at a time. I admit it, I'm a mess. I know I needed to talk to someone to help me work this shit out but who? If I call Lilly or Merigold I will have to explain all the details I left out of how this baby was really conceived. I'm not sure if I'm ready to let that cat out of the bag just yet. I didn't need to bother my dad right now. I know he would listen so I could sort this out. But he had enough in his life for me to bug him. He was helping Gena pack up her and Xavier's things to move into his place. I helped them decorate Xavier's room the other day. Add in them having to plan a wedding. I don't want to add more. I don't really have friends at work. Well, I have friends but none of them are close enough for me to get this personal. When I was at work that was the only peace I got from thinking about Goof. So I didn't want to bring it here. Here I was on autopilot and was able to shut my mind off to focus on my work. And speak of the devil. I see him walking down the hall as I'm walking toward my patient to give them their discharge papers. I don't have time to deal with him right now. I need to focus on my patient so I can get the little guy home. My patient is a seven-year-old boy that was learning how to ride a bike. He took a nasty fall and hit his head. He was wearing a helmet but got a deep gash that needed stitches. After I talk to Mom and make sure understands how to keep his wound clean and what signs to watch out for in case of infection I send them on their way. After reminding them to stop at the treasure box on their way out. 1 I stayed in the room for longer than necessary just to avoid Goof. Or at least compose myself. I hope he doesn't ask me if I made a decision yet. He has been giving me space to think just like he said he would. Even though he has still been bringing me meals and snacks every day. He checked on me every day. Just like he has been doing since he found out I was pregnant even before. When I knew I couldn't avoid it anymore I walked out of the room.