Page 8 of Sin Wagon
The only shining light here is that the baby’s going to have good ass genetics. At least in the looks department. Hopefully, Wells… if that’s even his real name, doesn’t have any worrisome shit in his family genetics.
I haven’t heard from him, so I was obviously just a one-night, fun fuck in an alley which is cool, except well, now I’m carryinghis fucking baby. After not hearing from him, I didn’t panic or wallow. I’ve had plenty of one-nighters, but now I’d really like to get in touch with him.
Derek and I did talk about ending the pregnancy, or adoption, but ultimately, I decided against it.
I may not be ready and this definitely wasn’t in the plan, but I’m kinda attached to Little Boba already. Even if he or she does make me sicker than shit for more than half the day. Now, if I could locate Wells to at least tell him he’s gonna be a dad, that would be great.
Do you know what isn’t covered in one-night stands? Last names, where you work, etc… so while I know he owns clubs in Vegas, that’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I gave him my damn phone number. You’d think he’d at least check up to make sure I actually took the pill. He obviously didn’t care though, so maybe I’m not his only baby mama. He is almost double my age. Hell, he could have a whole ass family for all I know.
Oh, God what if I’m the other woman? What if Little Boba is his secret love child?
My phone ringing from the living room interrupts my pity party for one. Derek runs to get it for me as I move to rinse my mouth out with a glass of water from the bathroom tap and sit back down on the toilet.
“It’s Claudia,” he says, holding it out toward me.
Fuck, she’s been persistent this month, calling almost every day. I’ve been avoiding her like the damn plague because I don’t feel like listening to her ridicule me on my life choices when she inevitably finds out I’m pregnant.
“Hi, Claudia,” I answer, my tone screaming—I’m annoyed by this call already.
“Don’t sound so happy to hear from your mother. It’s been a month, Delilah. For goodness sake, I was worried someone murdered you out there.”
“Don’t be dramatic. I’m fine, just busy.”
“Well, anyway, I have amazing news. Wait, wait, let me switch to video.” I don’t even have time to form a plan in my head before my phone lights up asking to accept her video call.
Fuck it. Might as well rip the bandaid off.
“Oh, my word Delilah. Are you in the restroom? Do you have any manners at all?”
“Mother, you called me and for your information, yes, I’m in the bathroom. I don’t feel well.” I sigh and roll my eyes at her.
“Hungover, I assume. God, Delilah, when are you going to grow up?”
“You know what, Mother? This chat is over.” I raise my hand to hit the end button dramatically, but she cuts me off.
“I’m getting married!”
“Excuse the fuck out of me?” I close my eyes and open them again slowly, staring at her in complete disbelief.
“I’m engaged. He asked last night!” She holds up her ring finger, showing me her way too big diamond.
“You’ve known this guy for how long and now you’re just marrying him?”
Of all the cockamamy shit my mother has done, this might be the top of the list.
“Well, you see, I ended up knowing the man Daddy set me up with and we’ve really hit it off again, and well, when you know, you know.” She rambles and her eyes keep darting away from the phone. I can tell she’s not telling me the whole story.
“Mother, what aren’t you telling me?”
She looks at me, then away from the screen for a minute before she looks at me with her teeth exposed nervously. “It’s just someone from my past I used to know. I was angry at firstwhen I realized he was my dinner date, but he made it up to me. We’ve been going steady ever since and it’s just like old times. I’m in love, Delilah. Aren’t you happy for me? We’re finally going to be a part of a real family. Me, you, and a dad, just like you always should have had.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Claudia?!” I shout, holding a hand to my forehead. “You’ve been dating for not even two months and you’re just madly in love and getting married. I’m assuming he’s rich and you see him as your meal ticket. And what the hell? A dad? Really, Claudia? I’m a grown-ass woman. There will never be a dad for me. That ship sailed years ago.”
“Language, Delilah! Now, I understand you might need some time to process this, but we’re getting married in October. I want you there to be my maid of honor. We’re getting married in Florida on the beach! October eighteenth, it’s a Friday, but we’re having a small ceremony and it’s the only date the resort had available on short notice.” Her smile’s huge and her eyes are lit up like a firework on the fourth of July.
I’m about to ruin her fucking day, and I’m not one bit sorry about it. “Yeah, Mother, I’ll be there. But we’ll need to pick a dress with room to grow. I hope you won’t mind me being fat.”
“What do you mean? Are you going to gain weight purposely to ruin my big day?”
