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Oddly enough, Den didn't lose it as I had expected—like when I first told her who King was. She finally handed the bottle back over at one point, and we were in a similar state as three years ago—minus the urge to fuck my best friend. How could I? The only woman my body had craved in six months was several states away and pregnant with my child. Heaviness settled in my bones, replacing the numbness. As much as I welcomed the ability to feel, I was tired. From the lies, the betrayal, from fighting my way out of the hole I kept finding myself in.
"I have no idea what to say, Wes." She was sad.
"That's a first, BK. Help me figure out what to do?" I begged. I had no clue.
Her hand landed on my thigh. "Dude, this is beyond fucked up."
"More than what Lilly—"
"Different fucked up." She had her legs tucked underneath herself on the couch, her body angled toward me.
We stared at each other for a long time when I said the three words I wished were not true. "I love her."
Her mouth was in a thin line. "I know."
"What if I can't move past this?" I confess. One moment, I thought I could, then anger slowly seeped through my veins like venom. She was Gray's daughter. She ran away with my baby. Would she have told me about it eventually?
Den remained mute.
Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, it was past six in the morning. Den slapped my knee. "Let's get some sleep. We can form a plan when we're both sober and I don't feel like throwing up."
I smirked at her greenish tint, but nodded in resignation. I couldn't come up with a solution in this state anyway.
Den slowly pushed herself up. "Ugh, I'm going to regret this later." She swayed on her feet, and I held on to her hips to steady her.
"Thanks."
I watched her make her way to her bedroom, shoulder sliding along the wall. Instead of going to the spare room, I let my body fall sideways and closed my eyes.
This will do.
"—the fuck, babe?"
Huh?
"No, you let me talk."
Jeez, my head hurts.
"How could you do this? You knew about her all this ti—" Den whisper-shouted somewhere in the apartment.
I remained still on my back, fully aware that if I moved too fast, I would throw up on D's expensive rug. Plus, I wanted to hear where this conversation went.
"I get that she is not her father. That's not the point."
Pause.
"Babe," D growled. She was getting pissed. "No, you listen, Lilly. You fucked up. Wes is passed out on my couch. You have no idea how many times I've seen him like this since your dumbass fiancé pulled his stunt. And now this? How could you not tell him? King is FUCKING PREGNANT." She got louder, and suddenly, her head appeared out of her bedroom door, looking straight at me.
I saluted her.Yup, heard it all.
"Shit. Hold on." She dropped the phone from her ear and slumped into the living room.
"You look like shit," I remarked, maneuvering myself upright while consciously monitoring my puke radar.
"Have you looked in the mirror this morning, asshole?"
"You're always so polite when you're hungover." I couldn't muster getting pissed at her; I already had too many emotions battling it out inside my mind.
