Page 77 of The Bosun

“Hey,” Pen replied before her face crumpled. “I can’t believe I missed it. I’m sorry. I’m the worst best friend in the world. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back, which is only a couple more weeks. We can go baby clothes shopping, and I’ll help you decorate the nursery.”

“It’s okay. You’re not really missing anything. I called you the second I found out, and you’ll be here before we know it.”

She wiped under her eyes, making my mouth turn down. “When are you going to call him? Or are you going to tell him?”

“Of course, I’m going to tell him. Even if he broke my heart, I’d never do that to him or our baby. They deserve to know each other if he wants to.”

“I think you need to find out where he lives and drag his ass back to California,” Lexie chimed in.

“What if he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore?” I questioned. Not for the first time, I tried to wrap my head around his nightmare and if it was the reason he’d ended things.

“You won’t know until you try to reach out to him again. If you show up on his doorstep, he’s not going to slam the door in your face,” Pen added onto Lexie’s idea.

“Let’s do a background search on him and find out where he lives. If we can find an address, then you have to go there and tell him. Where’s your laptop?” Lexie asked as she looked around my kitchen.

“It’s in my office.” Before I could say anything more, she left the room. Leaning closer to my phone, I watched as Pen did the same. “It’s been almost two months, and he hasn’t reached out to me. If he was regretting his decision to end things surely, he’d have reached out to me by now. He has my number this time,” I pointed out.

“How do you feel about him now?” She tilted her head to the side as she asked.

“I miss him, but it doesn’t hurt as bad. And I want him in my baby’s life.”

“But do you want him inyourlife? Do you want him in your bed?”

“Most days, but I don’t want to drag him here only for him to leave again. I can’t do that to myself again.”

“Okay, then you need to go to Florida and find out why he ended things the way he did. If it’s because he’s a stupid guy, then give him the news and say he can be in the child’s life as little or as much as he wants, and leave it up to him.”

“She’s right,” Lexie called as she walked back into the room with my laptop and browser open. “I didn’t want you to change your mind, so I already did the search.”

“Already? That’s fast and scary. I don’t want someone to be able to search my home address up that fast.”

“One thing at a time. Did you find an address?” Pen asked.

“I did, and I already looked up flight info.”

“Okay, you’re scary good at this. Have you done it before?”

“No,” she laughed and shook her head. “I book plane tickets all the time, but I don’t make it a habit to do background checks on people.”

“Sure, you don’t,” Pen laughed. “Did you by any chance already book her a flight?”

Lexie looked at the computer screen and then at me as she bit her lip. “I may have.”

“Oh my god, you two are going to be the death of me.” Lexie set my laptop down in front of me and rushed to get out of the way as if she was afraid I’d hit her. I blinked a few times at the date and time that was on the page. She had me flying out at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow morning. “Tomorrow? Couldn’t you give me a little time to figure out what I want to say?”

“That’s what the flight is for,” Lexie smirked.

I turned to glare at her but stopped when I saw her hand lightly pressed to her belly. I couldn’t believe there was a chance we’d be pregnant at the same time. Seeing her like that instantly thawed me out. “No, I’ll be sleeping because I’ll have to get up at four in the morning to make my flight.”

“You’ll figure out what you want to sayafteryou hear him out,” Pen instructed. “And I want you to call me after you see him. I don’t care about the time.” She let out a huge yawn, reminding me we’d woken her up.

“I will,” I promised. “I’ll let you go so you can get back to sleep.”

“As if I’ll sleep now. I’m so excited I’m going to be an auntie,” she squealed and then looked over her shoulder. “Walker is leaning against the bedroom door, looking at me like I’m crazy, so I should probably go.” She pointed at her phone. “Call me tomorrow, so I’ll know if I need to go kick his ass when I get back.”

“I will,” I laughed, knowing she would kick Remy’s ass if he broke me again. “Bye.” I blew her a kiss before hanging up.

“Now, let’s go pick out an outfit that’s going to make Remy St. James rue the day he walked away from you.”

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