Page 11 of Pregnancy Scandal
Would my best friend consider making a baby with me?
Chapter 4
Gilly
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As I looked at Abby sitting across the table from me, her eyes wide with expectancy and her hands brought together, I stared at her.
I stared at her and tried to process the question she was asking me.
Yesterday was bad and had shocked me. I actually didn’t think this girl could shock me any more than what she’d shared with me yesterday.
Like with most things about Abby, however, I was very quickly proven wrong.
Today…
Today, at five minutes past one, Pacific Time, I was very quickly proven wrong. We sat in the same diner, same seat too. It could have been the same day, like one of those recurring nightmares. Or like an episode ofThe Twilight Zone, or shit.
It could have been any of those things because today, my best friend asked me if I would be the father of her child.
That… was what she’d asked me.
Me.
Now she was looking at me and waiting for an answer.
“Gilly, say something…” she said, and her shoulders slumped. “Gilly…” She breathed in, looking me over with a tentative expression on her face.
“What, Abby? What do you really want me to say?” I leaned forward and glowered at her. “Abby, you want us to have sex.Us.”
“No, it wouldn’t be like that.”
“Okay, so when I get home, I’ll jerk off in a bag and give you that.”
She frowned. “Why the hell would you say that to me?”
“Because you haven’t actually thought about this. Have you stopped to think that us having sex could change our relationship? It tends to be the sort of thing that does.”
“Gilly, I think of it as a mere technicality. It’s just a route to how you get something. The benefits outweigh the cost.” She actually smiled and nodded like she was talking about… well I didn’t know what.
Fucking hell …I couldn’t think of anything to compare her actions and words to. The whole thing was just ridiculous.
“Technicality? And benefits…” I stared at her in disbelief. “Abby, you haven’t even asked me what I want.”
“Because I’m asking you to do me a favor. You know me, and I trust you.”
“Abby, this is crazy. You’re asking me to have a child with you and just hand over the care of the baby to you because you want a baby.”
“You could see it if you want. I never said you couldn’t. In fact, that would be perfect. It would be ours.”
“We just wouldn’t be in a relationship?” I held her gaze.
She shook her head, and I didn’t know what came over me, but something snapped.
When I continued to stare, she pressed her blood-red lips together.
Blood-red lips, and smoky eye makeup that made her bright blue eyes look striking against that silver hair. I looked at her, and for the umpteenth time thought she was beautiful.
