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After my coughing subsides, I clear my throat. “You’re what?”
“Pregnant. I have a baby inside me. You’re going to be a grandfather.”
Whoa. Okay.
When they said I’m the best at working under pressure, they didn’t fucking mention this.
They didn’t include the little tidbit where my daughter would be fucking pregnant. At twenty. By my lowlife of an ex-friend.
I slam my utensils on the table. “That’s it. I’m going to kill that fucking bastard.”
In fact, I should’ve killed him when we first met. That way, this would’ve never happened.
Ordinarily, when I threaten Nate’s life, Gwen would get up and stop me. She’d hug me and hold my hand because she knows she calms me, but she doesn’t move from her spot and continues pushing the ham around on her plate.
“Then you’ll just leave me a widow and a single mother. Not to mention. your grandkid will be fatherless.”
My fists tighten on the edge of the table and I regret not having my Zippo with me, because this is a fucking perfect time for it.
“Is Nate the father?”
She stares up at me then, fire igniting in her eyes. I always loved that part about her, the determination and the fight. I thought she got it from me, but now that I look closely, it’s like I’m staring in her mother’s eyes.
Fuck Aspen.
Fuck her existence and for being the mother of the most precious thing in my life.
I can’t believe I fucked her once upon a time. Young me was a goddamn idiot for falling for that witch.
A hot witch, but I digress.
“Of course, he’s the father. Do you think I was two-timing him or something? You raised me better than that.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.” Though I fucking wish she did. At least then I could cut him off in a nice and simple way.
Now, it’s complicated.
My life is taking a sharp turn for the second time because of an unplanned pregnancy.
Or maybe it’s planned.
I narrow my eyes on Gwen. “How long have you been pregnant?”
“Five weeks.”
“When was your last period?”
“About six weeks ago.”
“You were on the shot. Why aren’t you anymore?”
“The date expired and I forgot about it.”
“You don’t usually forget about the date. You’re not the forgetful type.”
“I had so much on my mind, like your accident, how you almost died, and Susan coming after me. I forgot about the appointment.”
“How many tests have you taken?”
