Page 236 of The Baby Twist
“Hey, what happened?” Penelope sat on the bed next to us.
“McBillionaire doesn’t want the kid. He said he’d help her financially, and that’s it,” Olivia told her.
“Ugh, Mar. I’m sorry.” Penelope hugged me. “All this stress isn’t good for you or the baby.”
“She’s worried about raising the baby alone,” Olivia spoke.
“You’re not alone. We already told you that we’re helping you. Plus, you have your parents,” Penelope said.
“That’s comforting.” I blew my nose into a tissue.
“All I can say is what’s done is done.” Olivia stood up, walked over to the dresser, and pulled out one of my nightshirts. “Now, you’re going to stop feeling sorry for yourself and start taking care of yourself. Fuck Charlie McBillionaire.”
“Yeah,” Penelope said. “Fuck him. He said he’ll support you financially, and that’s all that matters.”
“I’m not taking a dime from him. I never want to see him again. Besides, I told him we’re now strangers who never met, and if he sees me on the streets, keep walking.”
“Now, you’re just being stubborn,” Olivia said. “There’s no way we’re letting you not take his money.”
“So he never used a condom that night?” Penelope asked.
“He said he knows for sure we used one. As for the two other times, he wasn’t sure.”
“It’s obvious now he didn’t,” Olivia said. “Fuck him. We got this. Right, Penelope?”
“That’s right. We’ve always stuck together through the good and the bad. You’re not alone, Marley.”
“I know. Thanks, you two. I love you both so much.”
“We love you too, girl.” Olivia and Penelope hugged me tight.
Charlie
“Good—wow, you look like shit,” Chase said, walking into my office.
“I feel like it too.” I sighed.
“Are you sick or something?” He took the seat across from my desk.
“Yeah. I’m sick to my stomach, but not in an illness type of way.”
“What are you talking about?” His brows furrowed.
“Marley came by the penthouse last night. She’s pregnant.”
“Oh, shit, Charlie.” Chase ran his hand down his face. “Are you sure it’s yours?”
“Yeah. I’m sure. She’s five weeks, which puts it at the time of my housewarming party.”
“I guess you did have a reason to worry when you only found one condom. She’s not on birth control?”
“Apparently, she gets these shots and missed one because she put her doctor’s appointment in the wrong month on her calendar.”
“Is she keeping it?”
“She said she is. I told her I want nothing to do with it and that I’d help her financially.”
He sat there, narrowing his eyes. “That’s a bastard thing to do.”
