Page 159 of Pucking Rebound

A warm glow moves through me as we share this moment… until a booming voice breaks it.

“You are fucking havingwhatwithwho?”

Wade.

Three things happen at once.

Wade storms into the room with Kali chasing after him, telling him to take a chill pill.

I hold my hands up and step away from Lola.

And Lola demands that Wade calm down.

Shit.

“You?” Wade points at me. “When? How?”

“The night you were in LA,” I confess.

“LA?” Wade yells, making the water ripple in the glass on the tray that is sitting next to the bed. “You have got to be kidding me. You took advantage of her when she’d just split up with her ex.” His fists clench by his sides.

“Whoa,” I say at the same time Lola snaps, “It wasn’t like that. This is why I didn’t tell you, because you are so hot-headed and you’re like a big, possessive oaf sometimes. I knew I would have to give you time to process the fact that Jordan was the father before you came face to face with him. He’s the father of my child, Wade, and that’s just something you are going to have to get used to.” I want to tell her to calm down as it’s not good for the baby, but she keeps going. “The night you were in LA, Jordy looked after me. He was so kind and made me feel special.”

“Did you not think about using protection?” The fierceness of his words pierces needles into my skin. “Was it a one-night thing?”

Lola’s stands up for herself. “I could ask the same question to you. Don’t be such a hypocrite, Wade. And honestly, it’s quite frankly none of your business when our baby was conceived but if you really want all the details, maybe it was the night after you came back from LA,” Lola suggests, and I can tell she’s fucking with him, which only makes the look he’s giving me turn more murderous and I want to beg her to stop. “Then there was the night we built a snowman. Twice, nope three times. Or maybe it was between Christmas and New Year. Then again on New Year’s Eve. Three times that night but, according to my last period, it was probably the first night we spent together. Give or take. Jordy must have super sperm.” She thumbs in my direction, and I want the floor to open and swallow me whole because I can tell from the red flush of his skin, Wade’s about to explode any second.

“Enough,” Wade yells, making me jump.

“I was going to tell you Jordan was the father after the first ultrasound, and only after I told him.” Lola sounds exasperated.

The pulse pounds in the thick vein in his neck. “He’s my best friend.”

“Which is why I was worried about telling you.” Another thing I love about Lola is that she might be a little thing, but the way she stands up for herself makes her appear ten feet tall.

Wade points at me again. “You, outside. Now.”Oh fuck. He’s going to smash my face in. Which he’s good at. He broke Zane’s nose.

“This is what I mean.” Lola flips back the covers, moving faster than a whippet. “Jordan, stay here.” Her voice is strong as she instructs me what to do, while she and her brother have a standoff.

“You move.” He points at me again, then at the open doorway. He then points at Lola. “Stay right there, Lola. And you,” he turns to Kali, his face instantly softening, “sit, keep cooking our baby and just, you know, be beautiful.” He kisses her on the lips, and she melts into a puddle like butter in a hot pan.

While all of this is happening, my main thought is that I hope Lola was paying attention to the funeral parlor I selected because I’m about to meet my maker.

Wade walks to the door. “Move, Jordan,” he snaps, and I follow him like the fucking pussy I appear to have turned into tonight.

“He’s using his full name,” Kali whispers, which means Wade is as serious as a judge.

“Wade,” Lola shouts but he shuts the door behind me as soon as I’m in the corridor and walks out of earshot of the girls.

Legs wide, arms folded across his chest, he looks broader and taller than usual.

“So?” He pops a brow in question.

“I’m sorry.”

“You knocked up my sister?”

“I didn’t know she was your sister.” I need another shower. I’m sweating my nuts off.

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