Page 128 of Double Daddies
“The lying,” Ryle supplies.
“The yelling and defiance,” Ben adds. “She needs to understand that just because she’s carrying our child, doesn’t mean she gets to do whatever she wants.”
I look up, about to object when I see both Daddies are staring right back at me.
Is it a trap? Are they trying to see if I’ll yell again?
“Call your brother, Cami.”
This is the most shocking thing Ben could say, and my mouth drops open.
“Now,” he adds, pulling out his cellphone and handing it to me.
“B… but… why?” I ask, staring at him, dumbfounded.
“We need an expert’s opinion, and clearly we can’t go by what you say,” Ryle answers for him.
The nerve! The audacity! Who the hell does he think…
And then I realize that I lied to them, and all of my furious thoughts grind to a sudden halt. Still, I spear Ryle with a glare, then give Ben one of his very own as I dial the number.
“Put it on speakerphone,” Ben instructs, clearly unperturbed by my wrath.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter as it begins to ring.
Please don’t pick up. Please don’t pick up.
“Hello?”
Kingslay has never answered on the second ring in his life, and the day he does has to be today?
“Hey, bro, how are you?” Ben replies.
“Hey, Ben, I’m doing better than you.”
He laughs. “How do you figure?”
“Well, my team is going to the play-offs.”
Ben and Ryle exchange grins, but I couldn’t care less about whose team is going to the playoffs.
“That’s good, I’m glad to hear,” Ryle says.
“How’s my sister? Are you taking good care of her and my future niece or nephew?”
“Well, that’s actually why I called, man,” Ben offers.
“Uh-oh. What’s going on?”
I try to close my ears, but still manage to hear Ben relay the news of my missed appointment and how I lied to try and cover it up. Not only that, but then Ryle tells him how I got snarky and then shouted. If they were talking to anyone else, I would praythat person would remind them that I’m dealing with a lot right now. But Kingslay is a matter-of-fact man. Ben and Ryle are only going to get exactly what they’re asking for.
“I see.” My brother’s voice sounds grave. “And you’re telling me because…?”
“Ryle and I were looking for some advice. Your sister said that being pregnant should eliminate certain consequences from the repertoire. What do you think?”
I wince and wish with everything I have that Kingslay will remember the times I covered for him when we were younger.
“I think everything is on the table, as long as you’re careful.”
