119\u2013Baxter Wanted To Be The Father Of My Children\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just saying that if they knew their parents hated me so much, they shouldn\u2019t have slept with me and definitely should have used protection,\u201d I muttered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t say no one offered you safety,\u201d however, Baxter seemed to be sticking to his point.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the truth. None of you wanted children, and now that you are all adults, you want one. That is what makes me uncomfortable. Besides, five years is a long time for someone to grow out of loving anyone, even if they said everything for a purpose. It worked. They carved the love out of me,\u201d I said, anxiously rubbing my palms and blinking hard so I would not picture that night or get emotional.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, it is not like you were not making up stories just to be with them too. You even lied that you were not pregnant,\u201d he explained.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shut him down again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI said that because none of them wanted me. None of you wanted me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment I corrected myself and included him, I saw him click his tongue confidently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not what you said to me that night.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as he said it, my expression must have changed because he raised both eyebrows, as if waiting for me to defend myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you so. From what I remember, I went to all of you that night and told you I was pregnant. Then, one by one, the three of you told me you did not want me. So I am not sure what you are talking about,\u201d I stated firmly. I remembered that night clearly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It did not feel like years had passed, because I had relived it so many times that it felt recent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter uncrossed his leg and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, looking straight into my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. That is not true. You told me specifically that you did not want me to be the baby\u2019s father,\u201d he insisted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He repeated something I had no memory of ever saying, and I began to wonder why he was lying so boldly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I told you I was pregnant and you said you did not want the baby,\u201d I started, ready to defend myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He scowled at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd here you are making up lies about me. Is that because the other two had excuses and you had nothing? Nothing to fall back on? You were just being a jerk, saying nonsense that night,\u201d I muttered, finally calling him out for all his lies and behavior.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the way he confidently chuckled and shook his head sarcastically stunned me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe in these years he had built a new story for himself, one where he was the innocent one.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am trying to understand, Madeline. Do you truly not remember? Or are you pretending?\u201d he asked. The confidence in his tone gave me goosebumps.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI do not remember what? I remember that night clearly. I remember you told me you knew someone who could help me get rid of the baby,\u201d I said, watching his face change color. He was finally exposed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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119 Baxter Wanted To Be The Father of My Children\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cThat was a lie,\u201d he claimed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSure. And you have no proof to show it was a lie,\u201d I grunted. \u201cBesides, I am not here for this. I came to talk about what Graham has been saying.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I managed to calm myself, but he was still the same Baxter, the one who never stopped arguing until he won.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now I was different. I would not let him win again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline, you told me that you did not want me, so stop including me in the list of the men who wronged you that night.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time he snapped hard, and I was stunned. He looked so confident that I had to ask.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did I ever say that to you?\u201d My voice came out harsh because I was exhausted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a calm and steady tone, he grunted and added,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I texted you. I texted you, and you responded, saying\u2026\u201d He trailed off when I began to raise my finger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou texted me? When? What did you say?\u201d I questioned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A strange feeling rose inside me. The air grew thick with tension as the conversation shifted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This information was new to me, and it made me uncomfortable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat day when you left. That day when you told us you were pregnant and then lied that you weren\u2019t. After you left, I waited two or three hours and then texted you. I told you I wanted to be the father of your children, but you told me that you would rather abort the baby than be the mother of my child.\u201c\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time he did not stop. He explained everything in a stern, calm voice, as if he remembered that night clearly\u00a0<\/p>\n
too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The issue was, he remembered it wrong.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no way I responded to you that night,\u201d I said, smiling through my anxiety.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay. I\u2019m not going to question you for it,\u201d he replied gently, probably because he sensed my anxiety.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Baxter, it\u2019s not okay. There is no way I could have responded to you,\u201d I repeated, watching him slap his forehead. He looked upset until I added,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was long gone before your message would have arrived, and I did not even have my phone with me.\u201d When I finished, he jerked his head up and stared at me with nothing but horror and panic in his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true. I never received a text from you,\u201d I teared up, wondering why he would lie and put me into a position where I had to recall that night and be tearful again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline! I had a talk with you. Your text came\u2013wait, look at this,\u201d the minute he watched me tear up, he began to explain with panic in his tone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he brought his phone out and showed me the screen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sure enough! There was a whole ass conversation between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI never deleted it all these years,\u201d he spoke softly, and when our eyes met, there were tears in both of your eyes. 2\u00a0<\/p>\n
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