Page 65 of Pregnant By the Playboy
“No, really,” I say. “I got a woman pregnant, we’re seeing each other, and I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”
“But you’re sleeping with her, at least.”
“Not yet. Not since the weekend I met her.”
Holden’s eyes are wide and he’s disturbingly still.
I think I’ve sent him into a state of shock. Crap, am I going to have to perform CPR?
Is it weird that this is more shocking to him than if I’d gone to Singapore last weekend, fucked a couple supermodels, gotten high on mushrooms, and accidentally stabbed my dick with a durian?
Man, I think I’m losing my touch when it comes to making up stories.
Finally, Holden starts breathing.
“Okay, here’s the important question,” he says. “Are you in love with her?”
“Yes.”
Holden extends his hand to Brian and wiggles his fingers. “You owe me.”
Brian sighs. “I do.”
“What is going on?” I ask.
“We made a bet,” Holden says. “When you were acting weird the last time I was here, I said you were in love. Brian thought I was wrong. And now, you’ve proven me correct.”
I don’t mention that I wasn’t in love back then. “How much was the bet for?”
“A thousand bucks.”
I’m weary of this useless life the three of us lead, where thousand-dollar bets are pocket change.
In fact, I’m disgusted with myself.
God, I need this kid. To have a family with Marissa. Not that I believe everyone needs to have kids, but I think this will give my life some value.
At the same time, I’m disgusted with myself for getting annoyed about this bet. I feel like I’m turning into Julian and have no sense of humor.
“He’s mooning over her,” Holden says to Brian.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Brian says.
“How long do you think this will last?”
“It will last,” I growl.
“But you’re Vince Fong,” Holden says, and I wish I could change my name. “Three-night stands are too much commitment for you.”
“Well, I’ve changed.”
My friends look skeptical, probably assuming I’ll be over Marissa in a few months and back to my usual ways.
I have news for them. I’m serious about her and our family.
But maybe they have a point.
What do I know about this sort of thing? I haven’t had a relationship in ages. What do I even know about meaningful friendships? These guys are my closest friends, and they’re not bad people, though they mostly care about having fun.
