Page 64 of Pregnant By the Playboy
No, the thing is... I might want to have more kids?
Though I should probably wait to see how the first kid goes before I consider it.
It also requires Marissa to actually want to be with me. I doubt she’d want to make a second baby together otherwise.
Two sounds like enough, though.
“I’m not going to be the kind of dad who sees his child a few times a month,” I say. “I want to be there for much more than that. I’m not going to keep partying all the time.”
“Don’t let this turn you into someone you’re not.”
“I know what I want.”
Brian doesn’t offer another protest. He simply nods. “You do what you gotta do.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “Don’t become a stranger.”
“I won’t, though I expect you’ll see less of me.”
He sighs. “Yeah, I know.”
“I’m also dating Marissa. You know, the mother of my child.”
“You’re in a relationship?” He draws his eyebrows together, as though confused. As though this is beyond his comprehension.
“Not officially, but I promised to be exclusive.”
Brian presses his palm to his mouth, like he’s trying to stop wine from spewing out of it and onto his expensive carpet. Or expensive couch. Or expensive table.
“Exclusive?” he says. “You know what that word means, don’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. Actually, I haven’t had sex with anyone since that weekend in January.”
He sputters. “You haven’t...had sex...since January?”
“No.”
I’m not happy about this situation, but still, I smile. I can’t help being amused by Brian’s reaction.
“When’s the last time you went that long without getting laid?” he asks.
“Over a decade ago.”
Even when I was spending most of my time on work, I’d still let loose once every month or two, and usually it involved sex.
Yep, a drought this long is unusual for me.
Yet I’m confident in my decision. There is no woman for me but Marissa, and she’s not ready to sleep with me, therefore I’m not having sex.
“This is ridiculous.” Brian shakes his head as he has a sip of wine.
“What’s ridiculous?” Holden asks, entering the room.
“Hey, Holden,” I say. “I didn’t realize you were coming to Toronto this weekend.”
He helps himself to some wine and leans back in a chair. “Tell me. What’s ridiculous?”
“Vince hasn’t had sex since January,” Brian says.
“He’s pulling your leg. Not possible.”
