Our big family (book three of Unbroken series)

It was weird seeing my little sister holding a baby. Out of all the things I had expected Quinn to be, a mother was definitely wasn't one of them.
I felt guilty about what I had said to Andy earlier. Seeing how happy Ashley and Quinn were about having a baby, I understood why Andy wanted a kid. It formed a bond that you couldn't have unless you had a baby. I know he wasn't looking to have a baby any time soon, but by the same token, I was never going to be having a baby.
"Andy, I think I'm going to stay at a hotel tonight," I said as we left Quinn's hospital room.
"Why?"
"I just need a bit of space right now to think about things," I muttered.
"Okay. Just don't stay away too long," Andy sighed, giving me a kiss on the top of my head.
Our drive to a Comfort Inn hotel was uncomfortably silent. I hated to be putting Andy through this because he sacrifices everything for me, and it seems that all I do is take and take.
I got out of the car with the overnight bag that I had packed, and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I ignored it for a moment as I watched Andy drive away.
I entered the hotel and headed straight for the check-in desk. A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair greeted me.
"Hello, are you looking to get a room?" he asked, kindly.
"Yeah, just a single for a week," I told him as I handed him my credit card.
He handed me a key to room 215 and I headed to the elevator. I walked down the hallways that all seemed to look exactly alike until I found my room. I slid in the room key and entered my new home for the next week.
I looked down at my phone and saw that Quinn had texted me.
I think I'm just about ready to start recording. Do you think it's okay for me to record with Isabella just being born?
I texted back almost immediately.
I think you should do it. You now, just try to get back into the swing of things. Um....do you think that when you and Ashley get back to your apartment that you could drop off some of my clothes at room 215 in the Comfort Inn?
Quinn replied a moment later.
Sure thing. I'm taking it that things still haven't resolved between you and Andy.
She knew me way too well.
Nope.
On a whim, I walked out of the hotel and across the street to a bar. I sat down at the bar and slid the bartender a twenty.
"Vodka, please," I sighed.
"Rough day?" the man asked.
"Yep," I responded as he handed me a few shots of vodka.
I downed the first one and said, "My sister just had a kid with her boyfriend and now my boyfriend told me he wants kids with me someday. How come he doesn't understand that that's not what I want?"
"Maybe it's because you're the woman that he wants to build his life around. He said he wanted kids with you, not with some random chick around the corner," the bartender told me while I downed my other two shots of vodka.
I handed him another twenty and he poured me another three shots. I drank them silently as I observed the crowd in the bar. They were mostly middle-aged men and women who looked like they had seen their best days come and go. There were a few guys that were chatting with each other as they watched a baseball game on the television, but the rest of the bar occupants looked miserable.
"Kit? What the hell are you doing here?" someone asked.
I turned around and came face to face with Andy. Shit.
"I-I-"
"Look, Kit, we need to talk, but I can see you're clearly tipsy at the least," Andy sighed.
"We can talk, just not here. Let's just head back to my room, okay?" I suggested.
"Fine."
We walked back to the hotel without a single word being exchanged between the two of us. I'm sure he thought that I was going to start my absurd drinking habits again, but I wasn't.
We entered my hotel room and I sat down on the bed as Andy closed the door.
"Kit, about earlier, I get that you don't want to have kids, but I never said that should happen any time soon. I know that neither of us are anywhere close to ready to have a child. But right now, all I want is you. I don't care about our future right now, I just want to enjoy us. I can't stand to be away from you for more than a minute. I love you, Kit. No matter what," Andy said as he gently kissed my lips.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or just the fact that Andy and I hadn't been intimate in that way since we came down to L.A. to visit Quinn, but suddenly I felt myself begin to turn the kiss lustful as I bit down on his lip ring. I leaned back on the bed and let things take their course.

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