“So … Stacey’s … pregnant,” he faltered.
My brain was racing. How was being pregnant by your fiancé a bad thing? Maybe they didn’t want kids, but how did that warrant breaking up with someone? If that were the case, Blake would have been the one to call things off if Stacey had trapped him or something, right?
Not knowing what else to say, I replied, “Okay?”
“And the baby is probably not mine.”
“Oh,” I gasped. “She cheated on you?”
“Yeah, with her ex.”
“Wow,” I breathed. I supposed getting knocked up by your ex was reason enough not to get married, but why not call the wedding off before going to the venue?
“Apparently, she found out right before the ceremony. Said her best friend bought her the tests, and they were positive. That’s why she fled.”
“That’s … That’s crazy.”
“I know. Tell me about it.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. She said some shit about doing a paternity test while still pregnant.”
I swallowed. “I mean, that would determine if you are the father. Are you getting back with her?”
“Fuck no,” Blake didn’t hesitate to reply. “She moved out too.”
I felt my body relax, but then it hit me he could still be the father. “Are you ready to be a dad?”
There was a slight pause before he answered, “Yes and no. I love being an uncle, but I know it would be different with my own kid. I’d like to be more financially stable, buy a house and all that, but if I am the father, I will be the best one I can be for that child.”
My heart melted. “That’s a really excellent answer, Blake Montgomery. I’ve learned a lot about you today that I really like.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Well.” I grinned. “I heard you went on a date with my aunt.”
It sounded as though he’d spit out something he was drinking. “What?”
“That’s what she said when I talked to her earlier.”
“Wow, I thought that was our secret.”
“Why? She said you helped her practice for an actual date.”
“I … right. I just didn’t know she’d want people to know, is all.”
“I think it was sweet of you. I definitely pegged you wrong back then.”
“Listen here, sweet thing. There will be no pegging me ever.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he teased me.
I burst out into laughter. “Oh, come on. It might be fun.”
“You want to strap a dildo on and fuck me with it, sweet thing?”
Even though Blake couldn’t see me and I was alone in my apartment, my skin heated and I was certain my face was bright red, but I continued to tease him. “Yeah. Would you let me?”
His amusement matched mine. “Not my thing, but I’ll gladly be of service if you want to use my dick for your ass.”