Page 39 of Hat Trick
I’ll be over there in a second
The way a book boyfriend would never. I roll my eyes because I’ve had just about enough of Charlie’s sperm donor.
Does it shock me that he acted like Charlie doesn’t exist?
Nope.Not even in the slightest.
Does it make me want to murder him any less?
Also no.
A quick murder would be too easy on him, though. I would want him to suffer—no, I wouldneedhim to suffer, and not your normal suffering. Psychological warfare level of suffering. Suffering on the same level that Gigi has had to endure as a single mother because he is literally scum of the fucking earth.
I would put one of those labor simulators on him, strap him to a bed, poke and prod at him for a good thirty hours, and then mock a C-section. And I wouldn’t stop there either. I would have him take care of one of those baby simulators we had to have in health class, ensuring it’s on the worst level. If he can’t keep it alive, then he’s locked up for murder.
Is that psychotic of me?
Maybe.
Do I still want to do it?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
The knock on the door pulls me out of my murderous spiral. Probably for the better because it was only going to get worse as time went on. I’m sure whatever she’s about to tell me will only add to the wishful torment.
She stands inside my door with Charlie on her hip, looking like she’s on the verge of a breakdown. Then, completely unprompted, Charlie’s hands reach out tome as he babbles away. But then he says, “Li, Li,” and we both stop in our tracks.
My eyes find Gigi’s, and it’s like that was the straw that broke the camel’s back—the floodgates have been released. Quickly, I pull her inside and kick the door closed with my foot. The three of us stand in the entryway as my best friend breaks down in front of me.
Between sobs, Gigi gets out, “He said your name before dada…” Her voice cracks, and she lets out a soul-deep sob, causing tears to prick at the back of my eyes.
“Da da da da,” Charlie mocks. Gigi’s head snaps up, and she hits a new level of hysterics I didn’t even know was possible. She’s hysterically laughing with tears running down her cheeks. To the point that I’m starting to get worried…
Thinking quick on my feet, I pull out my phone with my other hand and text for some backup.
Lil’s Bitches
Me
Operation: get Gigi to forget the sperm donor. I need help.
Dom the Don
On it. We’ll be there in 10
Em aka Big Boy
Why am I kind of scared to know what’s about to happen?
Should we have bail money ready?
Dom the Don
I’ll always bail you out sugar tits
I wrap Gigi and Charlie in a big hug, and it hits me again how similar this is to when we first met. But this time is going to be different. I’m sick of watching her break down in front of me because some dickwad refuses to see how amazing these two beautiful humans are. So, I’m taking her out for a lunch date. I need her mind off of him and what just happened, and out of the house, even if we were just out last night.
?1 She was doing so good last night—honestly, the past couple of months—but all it takes is seeing him once to bring up all of the past hurt. Most of the time, I don’t think it’s so much hurt as it is mourning Charlie’s chance of having a father. That’s the only person she truly cares about—her son.
