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I pushed the front door open with too much power behind it, making Sophie and Jamey jump from where they stood in the kitchen. Jamey was wearing his little apron and a small chef's hat, a whisk in one hand, standing proudly on his stool as he turned to face me.
“Daddy!”
“What are you doing home?” Sophie asked, but midway through her sentence, she seemed to realize. Whether it was the look on my face or the sheer idiocy one must have to call my workplace telling them she was pregnant, she knew I knew. “Hudson, I?—”
“Garage. Now,” I barked, and bless him, Jamey hopped down from his stool. “Not you, bud. You stay in here. Play on your tablet or something.”
Slowly, Sophie removed her apron, lying it flat on the counter beside Jamey before tentatively taking a step toward me. “I’ll be right back, Jamey.”
It felt as though we were moving in slow motion as we walked through the house together. I needed to be away from my son, away from the possibility of him overhearing the conversation we clearly needed to have, away from what would inevitably come out as anger. It could only be anger.
I shut the door behind us as we entered the garage, the heavy scent of motor oil settling around us. “How dare you?—”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how,” she rambled, her shaky hands pushing into the strands of her hair, tugging at the base. “I only found out yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” I breathed, the shock hitting me once again. She’d waited an entire day, told my staff, yet failed to inform me. “Is it mine?”
“Obviously,” she croaked, her voice breaking in the middle of the word. I could see the tears welling in her eyes the way they had the other night and come to think of it, she absolutely should have been on her period Saturday night, but as far as I could tell, there’d been no blood on my cock. “I don’t know how it happened.”
“We had sex, Sophia. That’s how it happened.”
“I shouldn’t have been able to get pregnant, though,” she insisted, pushing the hair back from her face. She quickly wiped the tears away that threatened to fall, but more formed before she could stop them. “I’ve been trying for almost a year. Every goddamn week I went to the sperm bank, kept trying, trying. Hell, I even slept with a few random guys to see if maybe it was the way they inserted it that wasn’t working, but no. Nothing. Nothing until now. This shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t supposed to.”
“Well, it has!” I slammed my fist down onto my work table, making her jump from the sound, and despite my anger, I felt guilty. “Why didn’t you tell me the moment you found out? Why did you call my office and tell them? You had to know that they’d tell me. Did you want them to, Sophie? Did you not want to have to be the one to do it?”
“No, I?—”
“Then tell me! I canceled my appointments. I have all fucking day.”
She sniffed, the sound of her stuffy nose filling the quiet space, and anxiously wiped at her eyes again. “I can’t do this,” she whimpered, taking a step back. “I can’t. I need to go home.”
“Sophie—”
“Can you take care of Jamey, please? I just… I have a lot of work to do and I can’t, I can’t do this.” She stepped back again, her shoulders colliding with the wooden door, and I watched as she fumbled with the handle. I moved toward her, wanting to stop her even through the anger, but her twist held true and the door unlatched, setting her free.
I followed as she quickly made her way through the house. Desperately, she tried to hide the tears from Jamey, the sniffles, the wipes.
“Sophie, I put the eggs into the soupy thing, but they’re not mixing?—”
“Daddy’s going to help you finish the brownies,” she said, her feet planted firmly by the front door.
“Oh, okay. Daddy, how do I break the eggs open?”
Oh my god, I do not need this right now. “Stay,” I said quietly to her. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”
Quickly, she shook her head, letting herself out through the front door before I could talk myself into stopping her. God, I was angry, but fuck if I didn’t feel bad for the way I’d reacted, for Saturday night, for all of it.
“I got the eggs to break, Daddy!”
Great. Now I had to fish egg shells out of brownie batter.
Chapter 24
Sophie
Wednesday
Pregnant.
