Page 28 of Sin Wagon
I reach into the front pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone, typing in the code, I navigate to the message screen and pull up my messages with Chuck.
“Here.” I hold it out for her to take and she does. I watch as she scrolls through the messages of me trying to talk to her.
Her eyes widen, and she brings her hand up to her mouth. “It’s off by one digit. Eight. One. Five. Nine. Zero. One. Seven. Three. Four. Eight.” She starts to laugh. “I’m four. Nine.”
“I didn’t just fuck some stripper in an alley and disappear. I’ve been going crazy thinking about you and trying to find you so I could know more about you.”
She hands me back my phone and sighs. “This is so fitting for my fucking life.”
I can’t wait any longer, I have to know. We’ve cleared up the phone issue, and she knows I didn’t just forget about her. But now it’s time she answers the question that’s been burning a hole in my entire being since I did the math in my head yesterday.
“Is that my baby?
Part of me wants her to say yes, but it’s going to be a messy situation if she does, so there’s a minuscule piece of me that’s hoping to avoid that. I try to focus, but my eyes keep drifting to her curves, and the way her body has changed. Her swollen belly only makes her more beautiful, more alluring. It’s wrong, I know it is. We’re almost strangers, and I shouldn't feel this way. Yet, I can't help but be drawn to her, wanting her even more now.
Slowly, her hands move to hold her large belly, and I fight to contain a growl at how sexy she is pregnant. My mind races, thoughts tumbling over each other. This desire is primal, and intense. I want this baby to be mine, to have something that permanently ties us together. A baby would change everything, and bind us in ways that are both terrifying and exhilarating.
“Yes.” She nods.
My heart skips a beat. Relief and joy flood through me, mingling with fear. This is real. She’s carrying my child. The thought of it makes me want to protect her, claim her, and be there for her and our baby. All I can think about is how much I want this, how much I want her.
"Holy shit. I'm going to be a dad."
That one word causes a hundred new thoughts, and ideas to form in my brain. My gaze settles where her hand rests, and it hits me like a semi.
Will our baby have her bright, beautiful eyes? Will he or she be as stubborn as Delilah or determined like me? How the hell am I going to tell my parents?
I swallow harshly as I realize from the sheer size of her, this will be a reality sooner than later.
"When are you due?"
“December twelfth.” She sits down.
Shit! That’s only two months from now. Not a lot of time at all.
“Congrats, Daddy. You’re having a child and a great niece or nephew,” she snarks.
My body tenses at her choice of words, but it’s the truth. Our child will be my son or daughter and my niece or nephew.This is so fucked.
“You don’t know what you’re having?”
“Nope. Didn’t want to find out. I wanted to be surprised. Derek knows, but he’s not to tell anyone. He just wanted to be able to privately shop.” She rolls her eyes.
“Are you keeping the baby?”
“Yes. If you don’t want anything to do with our kid, tell me now and you can leave. I’ll tell your family—my family I don’t know who the dad is. But you’ll stay away and leave us be.”
“I don’t want that. I just wanted to know what you decided,” I tell her. “This is all brand new to me. I’m just asking to cover all the bases.”
“So you want to be a dad?” she asks with her bright eyes looking at me in anticipation.
“Yes. I’ll be there any way that I can. First, we have to tell my parents and brother. Your dad. They have plans to come talk to you as well, but I wanted to beat them here so we could get this,” I motion a hand between us, “out of the way.”
Chapter 15
WELLS
“They’re coming here?!” She jumps from the couch and begins to pace back and forth across the living room.
