Wesley was eternally sweet to offer what he did, and Elle was very glad that he'd tried to sell his brother to her those months ago. She needed a friend, and he was a very good one. "Thank you," she whispered miserably, closing her eyes. Elle wanted to be taken care of, she just hadn't ever thought it would be like this. She wanted a man to come in a sweep her off her feet, to want to pamper and care for her. She didn't want a friend to sweep her off to the clinic to get her illegitimate baby looked at.
And that's when it dawned on Elle. The clinic. Her baby was going to be born in a cheap hospital filled with lunatics and people too poor to afford healthcare. Elle had never imagined she would be one of those people. Although Jesse had money. Oh, shit. Jesse was the father. She could imagine ten years from now, bruises all over her while her child cried in their room, a cast on their arm.
Suddenly sitting up, Elle put a hand to her chest, fear seizing her. No. She couldn't do that to this baby. How could she let it be born into something like this? Nobody deserved that. Even she didn't deserve it, but a few bruises was better than crushing lonliness. She couldn't have this baby. She couldn't raise it, and she knew she couldn't give it away. Which only left one option. "I have to go," she said hurriedly, sliding off the table. "Thank you Wesley, but I just... I need to think." She pressed a quick, distracted kiss to his cheek before she left, wiping the tears from her face.