Page 18 of Skating Towards Danger

He nods, his eyes serious. “I spoke to Dad, we both agreed you can take all the time you want. We should never have forced your hand or tried to, at least,” he sighs, “He feels guilty for forcing you into this life the way he did, and even though you were dueto train, it shouldn’t have started with her. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back just like I shouldn’t have asked you to give up your dream when you helped ensure I had mine, and David understands as well.”

I groan. Here we fucking go, diving back into the past. I throw my head back and state, “Roman, it’s in the past.”

He scoffs, “Sure it is. That’s why you have never had dinner with our parents since I got with Morgan, and you knew I didn’t need you to basically have my back against our father anymore.”

I sigh, and I look his way and remind him, “I’ve just had a hard fucking practice without a good fuck afterward because the puck bunnies held no interest. I really don’t need a lecture right now.”

He grins, “One, it’s not a lecture. Mama is always asking for you, so be warned, and two…. Amy, is she not doing it for you anymore?”

I roll my eyes and admit, “Bitch tried to kiss me,” and he laughs.

Fucker.

I grab the cushion Mama picked out and throw it at him, making him laugh harder, and I sigh.

“To be fair, I’d had enough of her a while back, and she was just easy,” I admit, and he hums.

“Been there, done that,” he says, and I nod. He was at the end of his tether in college with the puck bunnies and then in came Morgan and while they had some problems but held onto her.

“I just need some fresh blood,” I mumble, and Roman snorts, but I ignore it and stand and demand, “Fuck off, big brother, I need a shower, then sleep before I start to basically stalk some girl that I have a feeling is going to be a pain in my fucking ass, and you need to get back to your pregnant wife and don’t forget, I’m having Emma and Damian tomorrow night so you and Morgan can have some time before the next baby arrives.”

I walk out of the living area to his laugh and shake my head.

Fucker…

I groan at the incessant ringing and turn over to switch my alarm off before it stops. I sigh, but it starts again, and I sit up, scowling.

“Fuck’s sake,” I grumble when I realize it’s not my alarm because it’s my day off but my phone ringing.

Huffing, I lean over and grab it. Without looking at the caller ID, I answer it and snap, “What?!”

Everyone knows not to call when it’s my day off. I like to sleep in and exercise before spending the day with my niece and nephew, well, that’s after I stalk some girl anyhow.

Sniffling hits my ears, making me raise a brow before Amy rasps, “Dante….”

I sigh and sit up in bed against my headboard and ask, “What do you want, Amy,” not dick enough to hang up when she’s crying.

I’m not that fucking heartless.

“I-I, oh god, Dante, what are we going to do,” she cries, and I raise a brow but don’t say anything, waiting her out, but I soon sit up as she cries, “I’m pregnant, Dante, pregnant, and it-it’s yours…”

Of course I should have seen this coming after knocking her back. Fuck my life….

Nodding to myself, I say, “Alright, Amy, try and calm down for me, yeah,” trying to sound calm when all I want to do is shout at her, and she sniffles. Calmly, I say, “I just need to get showered and changed, then I’ll come by yours, alright?”

“O-Okay,” she sniffles, and I hang up without saying anything else before sighing.

I should have seen this coming with how clingy she’s become.

Shaking my head, I press the button on my phone and pull up the Roman number, pressing on it.

“Fucker, it’s six in the morning,” he answers after five rings, and I reply, “Fucker, Amy just called sobbing that she’s pregnant, and it’s apparently mine.”

He’s quiet for a moment before he asks, “I thought you stopped fucking pussy after Michelle claimed you knocked her up years ago?”

I blink and admit, “I did.”

He’s quiet for a moment before he mumbles, “Fuck’s sake,” clicking what is happening, and I nod.

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