Page 25 of Sin Wagon
“Little late. I’m almost twenty-two. He’s missed my whole life. Now he meets me when I’m in a total psychotic rage. I never want to see that bitch again. She’s dead to me,” I cry.
“Good. You don’t deserve her bullshit. We’re better off without her,” he reassures me.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
I have a dad. I mean, I knew I had one, but I actually met him and he seemed to be well put together, besides the fact that he somehow liked Claudia enough to be with her not once, but twice.
Oh shit, I have grandparents. I hope they’re nice and not creepy like Drew, who thinks it’s acceptable for his daughter who is in her forties to still call him Daddy.
“Is it too soon to tell you that your dad is hot? Like, can he be my daddy?”
“Derek!” I scream. “Too soon. Way too fucking soon.”
“Sorry.” He laughs.
“It’d make sense with how my life is going right now, though.” I wipe my eyes and sit up, bringing my legs up on the couch.
Derek raises a brow. “What are you talking about? Am I missing something?”
“Well, I can tell you what isn’t missing… Little Boba’s dad.”
“You found him? When? Where? Wait! Is he here? Is that why you got sick? You saw him and panicked?”
“He was at dinner.” I look over his head at the wall to avoid eye contact.
“I don’t understand.”
“Wells. You know the man we just met, my uncle?” I run a hand over my mouth and let it fall to the couch.
“No.”
“Yeah. Fucked him in the alley behind the bar. That’s my baby daddy. I’m carrying my uncle’s baby. How fucked up is that? Claudia really did it. Well, I did it. But she caused this!” I shout.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs.
“I’m having my uncle’s baby. What if Little Boba has issues because of this? Incest is illegal, right? Oh, my God! Can I go tojail if I didn’t know? If he didn’t know?” My chest tightens and I feel like I’m about to be sick.
The room fills with silence as we both process what has unfolded tonight. I set a hand on my belly and feel Little Boba kick.
Well, I found your daddy. He’s also your great-uncle. I knew I’d fuck this parenting thing up.
“I haven’t even had the kid yet and I’m already making his or her life hell. Daddy and great-uncle are the same person. We might as well go on Jerry Springer. God rest his soul.” I make the sign of the cross.
“Wait! Don’t panic or get worked up. Claudia said, step-brother. So you’re not blood!” Derek’s voice gets louder the more he says.
Shit! She did say that. She said step-mom and step-brother.
I begin to cry again. “That means Little Boba will be okay. There’s no DNA between us.” I feel slightly better and not as panicked that we’re not blood.
“Exactly. You’ve read plenty of step-brother romances. You just went the step-uncle route.” Derek lightly squeezes my thigh.
“I guess. But now I have to tell him he’s the great step-uncle to my baby; his baby.”
“You don’t have to do it right now. We can get his contact info and deal with it later. Head home and forget the weekend until you’re ready.”
“No.” I drop my head against the back of the couch. “He deserves to know he’s going to be a dad. And I’d like to know why that fucking asshole never called or texted. Minus needing to tell him we’re pregnant, I also thought we connected that night. I told him not to waste my time if he wasn’t going to contact me.”
“Maybe he got busy with wedding planning or helping his brother brave the tornado—Claudia. Could you even imagine how she was with all the small details about this wedding?”
