Page 29 of Sin Wagon
“Yeah. My guess would be closer to lunch. They want to get to know you and make sure you know that they don’t plan on disappearing,” I tell her, a small smirk playing on my lips. “Now that they know the truth, I mean.”
“I need to freshen up and search for something suitable to wear. They can’t see me in my jammies. And makeup. I need to fix my makeup and do my hair.” Her voice turns high-pitched as her tone gets frantic.
“Relax. You’re perfect as you are. They just want to meet you officially. Prepare yourself, because my mom is going to ask you a million questions and give you her undivided attention. She’s wanted to be a grandma for a long time and now you’re here.”
“Relax?! I can’t relax. I’m about to meet my dad for the first time officially. My dad, who I thought just dipped out when Claudia said she was knocked up. I know differently now, but last night, I acted like a complete maniac. They probably think Ineed anger management or to be locked up. That’s just Claudia. She drives me insane.”
Without uttering another word, she swiftly turns and rushes back to the room she exited earlier, forcefully slamming the door shut. I sit on the couch, trying not to laugh at her panic and how quickly she went from mad to pure chaos in minutes.
The door opens, and she peeks out. “I’m taking a shower. You can leave now. See you later, I guess.” She slams the doors again but I don’t leave, instead I lean back on the couch and wait.
After months of thinking she was lost forever, I finally found my woman. I don’t plan on just leaving, especially now that she is carrying my baby.
I scroll on my phone, checking for updates on Claudia and Drew, making sure the press hasn’t picked up that the wedding is off, and then trusty Facebook.
“Derek! Derek! I need a towel!” Little Doe shouts from the bedroom. Derek hasn’t left his room since I arrived. “Derek!”
Nothing.
She thinks I listened to her and left, so I should do the gentlemanly thing and send Derek to get her what she needs. However, I’m no gentleman and while I know they’re not together, I don’t like the idea of my girl being seen wet and naked by anyone else.
Little does Delilah know, I have no intentions of going anywhere. She may think that when I said I wanted to be involved, I meant solely with the baby, which is true, but I also intend to be there for her. I want her to be mine.
I head out into the hall to see if I can flag down a hotel maid to get a towel or two. It’s my lucky day—there’s a hotel cart just a few doors down. Flipping the latch so the door doesn’t lock me out, I hurry to grab a handful of towels.
Returning to the room, I am greeted by the surprising sight of a naked and drenched Delilah, vigorously knocking onDerek’s door in the living room. My cock jerks at the sight of tanned skin, full breasts that still have the barbells in them, and her round belly. In the alley, I couldn’t fully appreciate her beauty, but now, standing here, she takes my breath away.
Her head whips around when she hears me enter the room and her eyes widen.
“I thought I told you to leave?”
“Lucky for you I didn’t.” I smirk as I cross the room, handing her a towel.
She rips it from my hands and wraps it around her body as best she can.
“Well, thank you.”
The door opens and Derek stands there with a shameful look.
“Sorry, I put my AirPods in while you two argued and I fell asleep listening to Taylor Swift’s new album.”
“It’s fine. Delilah just needed a towel,” I tell him.
“Derek, I’m fine. But I’m not happy you saw me naked.” She glares at me before turning on her heels and storming back into her room.
Derek’s lips curl into a wide grin, a twinkle in his eyes. “You owe me.” With that, he winks and shuts his door.
Maybe Derek isn’t so bad after all. He can be my ally when it comes to Little Doe.
She’s still so mad at me, it seems, even though I told her I didn’t just fuck her and forget her. This isn’t going to work. If we’re going to raise a baby together she has to stop being pissed at me and it sure as hell isn’t going to work if I want to be with her.
Is that what I want? She’s my niece. Step… but still. She’s also the woman I can’t stop thinking about—the mother of my child.
I should be running to the airport and forgetting all about Florida.
But I can’t. I wasn’t raised like that. Plus, I know what it’s like to not have a dad. I have Roy and he’s amazing, but he wasn’t there my whole life. As a child, it was just me and my mom. I want more for my kid than that.
I don’t care that I’m technically her uncle. We don’t share DNA; we share Jonas. Telling him and my parents will be tough, but my baby is worth it, and Delilah is worth it, too. First, she has to stop being angry. Circumstances being what they are, I’d met Delilah before anybody knew what Claudia was hiding. Had I known then, what I know now, I’m not sure what would have happened, but the fact remains; she’s pregnant with my baby and we can’t go back and change it.
