Page 101 of Cluelessly Yours

“Sorry, Ashley,” Brooke mutters with a frown. “I just…I couldn’t take it any longer! Blame it on the hormones.”

I look at Sammy and then at Ashley again, and then my eyes make the circuit of the room, realizing that the only person in here who isn’t looking at Ashley is Dale.

“C’mon, Ken,” he tells his wife and even wraps his arm around her shoulders. “We should give them some privacy.”

Kendall shakes him off. “Stop, Dale.”

My eyes are back on Ashley, waiting for an answer to the very important fucking question I just asked, but her gaze isn’t looking anywhere near me.

No.She’s looking straight at Dale.

And the entire room goes silent. Until Kendall asks, “Dale, why is she looking at you?”

Dale’s mouth gapes, but then he quickly slams it shut. Ashley now has tears in her eyes.

“Dale?” Kendall questions again, her voice rising in irritation. “Why is she looking at you like that?”

“I’m an idiot,” Dale mutters, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Kendall asks. “You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“Ken, let’s just step outside and talk, okay?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “You need to tell me right now. What the fuck is going on?”

“Baby, we really should—”

“Dale!” Kendall steps closer to him, her face mere inches from his as she pokes a finger into his chest. “Tell me I have this all wrong. Tell me you have no involvement with that woman and the child inside her belly.”

Dale swallows hard again. “Kendall, I’m so sorry.”

“Holy shit,” Brooke whispers.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ashley isn’t pregnant with my baby. She’s pregnant withDale’sbaby. And I probably would have figured it out faster if I weren’t coming out of a fuckingcoma.

One of my best friends cheated on his wife with one of my exes, and I got pulled into his bullshit drama. Hell, the woman I love almost fucking died because ofhisdrama.

I’mpissed.

Kendall’s normally confident face is flush with heartbreaking disbelief.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me even angrier.

“It didn’t mean anything, baby. I’m so sorry,” Dale whines, trying to grab his wife’s hands, but Kendall pushes him away. If I could move without excruciating pain, I’m pretty sure I’d lay him out.

“Mommy!” Grant’s tiny voice breaks through the tension in the room, and Seth’s voice follows shortly after that. “Mom, we got ice cream from downstairs!”

Both Grant and Seth run up to Sammy, and Chase—along with two people I believe are Brooke and Sammy’s parents—isn’t too far behind them.

“I think it’s time for us to go!” Brooke exclaims and stands to her feet, moving quicker than I thought was possible with how pregnant she is.

“But—” Chase starts to say, but Brooke is quick to cut him off.

“Time to go, Chase. We need to check on Dolly, remember?” Her eyes are like laser beams as they lock with his.“Remember?”

“Uh…okay?” He’s fucking clueless, which, at this point, is probably a good thing.

“You get the boys. I’ll get my parents. Everyone, let’s go!”

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