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Still a great looking woman. We’d been together maybe a month—an all-time record for me. It had ended badly. That was about all I remembered.
Nothing special or noteworthy.
Nothing at all like Gigi.
“I don’t need that long. Here,” she said, holding up her phone. A picture of two young boys on the screen.
“Your kids?” I asked, unsure why she’d bother to show me her kids’ picture.
She nodded. “And yours.”
I took a step back, feeling like I might fall over. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“They’re yours. I kept meaning to tell you, but—”
“You were a liar when we were together and you’re still a damn liar. What the fuck? You see the show and decide it’s time to cash in?” I said, leaning on the hood of her vehicle.
“I’m not lying. They’re yours. Take a paternity test if you don’t believe me.”
My near perfect world with my extremely perfect girlfriend began crumbling before my eyes. The life I’d been imagining with Gigi suddenly came to a screeching halt. “Are you completely serious? You expect to pop up into my life and dump two kids on me? After how many years?”
“Five, Beau. The boys are fouryears old. They look exactly like you,” she said, holding her phone up to me again. This time I grabbed it away from her to take a closer look.
Thick, dark, black hair. Both of them.
But it was their eyes and the way they smiled that cracked my heart in two. I’d seen pictures like this. In my family photo album. Jesus, they were the spitting images of me.
“There’s a testing center five minutes away. They already have the boys’ samples. We just need yours.”
Fuck. My. Life.
“Why are you so grouchy?”Gigi asked as she cuddled in close to my side. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I’d been quiet. In my own head, throwing scenarios around like I was trying to juggle large knives.
I’d paid for and taken the DNA test. We should know the results sometime in the next three days.
Part of me had wanted to tell G. Part of me had wanted to spare her from the current hell I was in.
Three days.
If it wasn’t true and Sienna was lying, there would have been no reason to get Gigi all riled up.
Three days.
And if it was true—Christ.
Three days and three long fucking nights.
“Sorry, G. I’m just tired. Really fuckin’ tired.” I squeezed her warm, soft body closer to me. “Tell me more about your dad.”
“Uh, okay. What do you want to know?” she asked as she watched her fingers drift through my chest hair.
“Everything. Where did he live?”
She let out a short, sad laugh. “I think a better question would be, ‘Where didn’t he live?’ Dad moved around a lot. He hated staying in one spot for too long.”
That was news to me. I’d thought they were close. “Weren’t you guys close?”
“We were.”
