Page 35 of Wreckage of Us
“I hope you’re right,” I give him a morsel of myself. “But even if she doesn’t,” I realize out loud, “she’ll still be stuck with me for life now.”
“That’s the spirit,” Wyatt teases me, then changes the subject. “Hey, Ethan says you guys are having a girl.”
“What?” my head snaps to him.
“Yeah, so congrats and good luck.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I snarl at him.
“Nothing,” he puts up his hands. “But I’ll tell you, I witnessed what Ali’s father went through with not one but two girls, and, dude, I’m a little fuckin’ scared,” he confesses. “I actually prayed to God that I’d have a boy, but then God didn’t listen, so here we are…”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I shake my head at him.
“It’s true,” he says defensively. “Also, your kid jinxed me, I’m sure of it.”
“My kid jinxed you,” I repeat the accusation, completely confused.
“Yeah, for sure,” he nods. “When Ali told me she was pregnant, I asked Ethan what he wanted the new baby to be. He said girl. He jinxed me,” he explains it like it makes any sense at all.
“I have no fuckin’ clue what the fuck you just said to me,” I continue shaking my head him.
“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, “either way, good luck.”
And fuck, am I gonna need it.
10
Becca
“Wow,”I drop on my couch, exhausted to all hell after the whirlwind visit from Dylan’s family.
“Agreed,” he mumbles from the other side of the couch. I turn my head to look at him.
“Shouldn’t you be used to it since it is your family?”
He hesitates for a moment before responding. “I’ve never been around them like that.”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“As an actual big… happy… family,” he finally says.
“How come?” I feel like this is a good opportunity to learn more about my baby’s future family by blood. I’m not assuming they’ll want to have much with my baby, but just in case, I tell myself.
Dylan rolls his head on the back of the couch to look at me.
“Living in the club was never a happy event,” he confesses. “I mean, we all had somegood timesonce in a while.” His tone is much more subdued and unlike himself when he adds that part.
“So I’ve heard,” I mumble and look away, sorry I even asked. Not like I needed a reminder of Dylan and the club whores as he called them.
“We were not one big family, Bex,” he stretches his arm out until his hand can touch mine, the tips of his fingers gently caressing mine. I have a hard time resisting his pull.
“Wyatt seems to be well adjusted,” I point out if not a little bitterly. It’s like I got the defected brother, and now I am a little jealous of Ali and the perfect little life they made for themselves. That could’ve been us.
“Wyatt would’ve never been able to survive life in the club or closer to our father. Well,myfather, I guess,” he snorts out in defeat.
“What do you mean?”
He takes a deep breath it, almost as if he is debating with himself how much he should tell me.
