Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 825

Madeline:

Whenever someone knocked on our door while we were about to receive some happiness, it only ended in misery and pain.

So the three of us stood up at the simple knock as if we were at war.

I watched my mother reach the door and turn around to give us a single nod before she darted it open.

The minute she did, Livia gasped so loudly that even I flinched.

My mother turned around to look at her, frowning.

“I’m so sorry. I was just expecting a monster,” Livia commented before our attention moved back to the door, where Baxter stood with his hands clenched at his sides.

He was wearing a black shirt and black pants.

His hair looked messy, like he had been through something.

“Where is it?” I asked him, walking around the table to close the distance between us.

“I’ve been texting you. Why weren’t you texting back?” he complained, rushing inside, closing the door, and locking it.

“What is going on? I was having a little conversation here,” I said, wiping my cheeks. He noticed.

“Have you been crying? Did they make you cry?” Baxter asked, pointing at my mother and then at Livia before looking back at me.

Then he did a double take at my mother.

“Who are you?” he asked, pointing at her.

“Hey, don’t you fucking point at my mother.”

I didn’t know what happened to me, but saying that out loud just for the sake of it felt so different.

I wanted to experience it.

I wanted to be able to tell someone that my mother was here and that I wouldn’t allow anyone to point at her, even when I knew Baxter would never mean her any harm.

“Okay, I get it.” Baxter lowered his finger and turned to speak to me, but then he stopped.

This time, when he did a double take at my mother, he looked back at me as if confirming something.

“What did you just say?” he asked me.

“I found my lost family, Baxter.” I let out a whimper, immediately wrapping my arms around him.

“Really?”

I had only been hugging him for a second when I pulled away, raising my hands in defense.

“Of course, you don’t even know what that means for me, right? Because you don’t have your memories.”

Oh, the bitterness hit me again. I didn’t know what was going on with me. Why couldn’t I just appreciate something in the moment?

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