#Chapter93

“Maddy?” I know that voice and I had hoped I wouldn’t ever hear it again. Looking up, I see I was right.

“Clark.” I know I look shocked. I’m almost sure that a fly flew in and back out of my mouth that is hanging wide open.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. He looks mad more than he is shocked.

“Are you serious?” I hear Cleo growl.

“Shut up,” Clark snaps at her.

“I… It’s not…” I stammer.

“Don’t even try it.” Yeah, he’s mad. “I know that’s mine and you better be prepared to hand that,” he points at my bump, “over. My dad is going...