Chapter 27 Ryan arrived at Brendas townhouse, his jaw tight as he knocked on the door.

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It swung open to reveal Brenda, her face a storm cloud of anger and frustration.
Her normally polished appearance was disheveledhair pulled back loosely, makeup uneven, and her hand resting protectively on her growing belly.
Youre late, she snapped, stepping aside to let him in.
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck.
I had work, Brenda.
I cant drop everything You cant drop everything? Brenda cut him off, her voice rising.
Im carrying your child, Ryan.
Do you think I want to do this alone? Her words were sharp, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, revealing the vulnerability beneath the anger.
Ryan exhaled, trying to temper his frustration.
Im here now, he said evenly.
But lets get something straightthis doesnt mean were a family.
Brendas eyes narrowed, her voice trembling with barely restrained fury.
You dont get to choose when to be a father, Ryan.
This isnt something you can half-ass when its convenient for you.
Ryans retort faltered, guilt gnawing at him.
He thought of Damiens cold questions, Debbys wary trust, and Amelias fiery accusations.
Everyone seemed to think he wasnt enough.
Maybe they were right.
Brenda stepped closer, her voice softening but no less cutting.
You think youre stretched thin now? Just wait until this baby comes.
Youll have no choice but to make time.
Ryan clenched his fists at his sides.
Ill be there for the baby, Brenda.
But dont expect anything else.
Brendas lips curled into a bitter smile.
Well see about that.
*** Meanwhile, the elementary school buzzed with quiet energy as parents and teachers mingled after the art showcase.
Amelia lingered near the snack table, watching Damien proudly show his painting to a group of classmates.
Debby, still recovering from her hospital stay, leaned against her mother, clutching Bunny with one hand and a juice box with the other.
James approached, holding two cups of coffee.
For the guest of honor, he said warmly, handing one to Amelia.
She took it, her smile shy.
Thanks.
I didnt think Id make it through tonight without caffeine.
James chuckled, leaning against the table.
Youre stronger than you think, Amelia.
Not just tonight.
I mean… everything youve been through.
Its obvious how much youve sacrificed for them.
Amelia glanced at him, her defenses cracking under the sincerity in his tone.
I dont feel strong most days, she admitted, her voice quieter.
Youre still standing, James said, his eyes meeting hers.
Thats something to admire.
Her gaze softened, and for a moment, the noise of the event faded into the background.
Thank you, she said, her voice steadier now.
The moment was interrupted by Damien bounding over.
Mom! Mr.
Hayes! Did you see my painting? The blue one with the robot! We did, James said with a grin.
Its amazing, Damien.
I think youve got a future as an artist.
Damien beamed, his energy infectious.
Amelia exchanged a look with James, their connection deepening with every passing moment.
But as the evening wrapped up, Amelia couldnt ignore the flicker of caution in her chest.
It was too soon to let her guard down completely.
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