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“Lace, I need to wash up, and I need to sleep because I am exhausted. Not to mention I’m so hungry he’d probably freak out that I’m starving his child and that would be another fight entirely.”
She grins wide, pushing me back into her apartment. “I can’t believe you’re actually pregnant.”
“Yeah, me either.” I head into the kitchen with her. “Do you know what sucks?”
“We can’t drink anymore?”
Ugh, I’m beginning to understand Fran’s weird thing about sniffing alcohol. But… “No. Sore boobs. What if I have to go braless for like the next nine months. Because pregnancy actually lasts for ten months. Biggest fucking lie the world has ever told.”
“Babe, you got yourself a sugar daddy,” she laughs.
“Oh my God, stop!”
“Damon bought you a company, and he’s sending you two-hundred-dollar hatboxes of roses every freaking day—”
“Aren’t sugar daddies old men?”
“Are they?”
We side-glance at each other. How do we not know this?
“Google?” we blurt at the same time, bursting into a new fit of laughter.
Chapter 29
Damon
William is standing at his desk with a weird-ass expression on his face. When I put his coffee down in front of him, he looks up at me with a nod of thanks.
“I need you to courier this to Ava this afternoon.” I put the package on his desk.
I’m hoping it doesn’t backfire, because I think Lacie might actually follow through on her promise to castrate me.
“Umm, Mr. Coldwell…”
My phone chirps with a message from Grayson just as I’m about to head into my office.
Gray
Complication. They’re taking the baby out.
My heart stops for a moment while I reread his message. Fran seemed fine last night.
Damon
Keep me updated.
“William, can you arrange for a driver to pick up my mom and bring her into the city, please?” I ask him as I walk into my office, she’ll want to be here for Fran.
Now I’m fucking on edge. Or more on edge, especially given that I haven’t seen Ava in almost two weeks. I’m not even meant to know she’s pregnant, but—fuck it.
Damon
Let me know you’re okay.
There’s a low trill, and as I look up from my phone, my breath sticks in my lungs.
“I’m okay,” Ava says with a long breath.
