Page 251 of The Baby Twist
“Aren’t you going to ask about my day?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re very rude. I really hope our kids don’t inherit your rude genes.”
“Enough, Marley,” I snapped.
I glanced up at Mateo as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.
“Fine.” She put her hand up.
Mateo pulled up to her father’s building. Climbing out first, I extended my hand to her. She slapped it away and climbed out herself.
“Now, you want to be a gentleman. I don’t think so,” she huffed and walked into the building.
Shaking my head, I followed her to the elevator. I couldn’t believe I was meeting her father and stepmother. We stepped inside and took it up to the thirteenth floor. Marley knocked on the door, and an older woman with blonde hair answered.
“Marley, it’s good to see you.” She hugged her. “Miranda, Charlie. Charlie, Miranda.”
I smiled as I shook her hand.
“Is that my daughter?” I heard her father shout.
“Yeah, Dad,” Marley said.
We stepped inside, and her father walked toward us, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me.
“Oh, hello.” He grinned, extending his hand. “I’m Jonathan Monroe.”
“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Monroe. I’m Charlie Stone.”
“Trust me, Charlie. The pleasure is all mine. Hello, sweetheart.” He kissed Marley’s cheek. “Let’s go into the living room, shall we? Charlie, you look like a scotch man.”
“I am.” A smile crossed my lips.
“Excellent. So am I.” He walked over to the mini bar in the corner of the room. “I have to say, Marley, when you called and asked if you could come over, I was thrilled. Is it because you wanted to introduce your boyfriend to us?” He winked.
“Dad, Charlie isn’t my boyfriend. He’s the father of my babies.”
Her father stood there frozen, holding a scotch in each hand.
“Excuse me?” he said.
“You’re pregnant, Marley?” Miranda asked.
“Yep. Did you not hear the word ‘babies’ in my sentence?”
“Babies?” Marley’s father cocked his head, handing me my glass of scotch.
“Yes, Dad. I’m having twins. I didn’t know twins ran on Mom’s side of the family,” Marley said.
“Your grandmother was a twin.”
“How did I not know that?” Her brows furrowed.
“Your grandmother’s twin sister died at birth. It was never talked about. I can’t believe my baby is having two babies, and I’m going to be a grandfather. Have you told your mother yet?”
“No.” Marley looked down. “We’re telling her tomorrow. “Okay. Now that you know, we really have to go.”
