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Harrison chuckles as he steps over to where Bren is about to take Drake’s order. “I got this one, Bren. Can you help clean up the latte mess over there?”
Bren nods and hurries over to clean up.
I’m standing here like an unwelcome bystander as my eyes meet Drake’s.
“Stella and the baby are both doing really well,” Drake says like somebody asked about their wellbeing.
Harrison, being the nice guy he is, smiles widely at the news. “That’s great. What can I get for you, dad?”
Hearing Harrison call Drake dad puts everything into perspective for me. Drake is a father now. It makes me angry that I ever wasted my time on Drake. He’s got a family now, and he’s no longer a part of my world.
Drake doesn’t smile, only stares at me as Harrison moves closer to me. “Yeah, Stella is dying for some coffee.”
“If she’s breastfeeding, she shouldn’t have caffeine,” I hear myself blurting out.
“That’s true,” Harrison agrees.
“Yeah, no. Decaf, of course. And I’ll take a decaf as well.”
“Heard you named the baby Ethan,” I say. My tone is confrontational, even though the anger I feel at the name steal is no longer there.
Drake runs a hand behind his neck. “Yeah, I’ve always liked that name.”
“Yeah, when Igaveit to you.”
Harrison rings up Drake’s coffees, and tells him, “That’ll be six dollars.”
Drake grabs a ten from his wallet as his eyes stay fixed on me. “I think I thought of the name first.” He hands the bill to Harrison. “Keep the change.”
Harrison grabs two paper cups and a Sharpie. “I’ll just make these right quick. Two seconds.”
Drake nods at him and then turns his attention back at me. “It’s so weird being a father. It’s more work than I thought it would be.”
“And it’s only been a week.”
“Feb, I don’t like this. I don’t want to fight with you every time I step out of my house.”
I study Drake, like really study him, and he looks…tired. As if karma’s working her magic on him right now.
“We won’t,” I smile, letting all the pain that Drake has put me through slip away. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I’m no longer angry with Drake. I’m no longer angry at myself, either. It’s like I’m finally over it.
Harrison walks back over with both coffees and hands them off to Drake.
“Douche?” Drake questions, and my eyebrows raise in surprise.
Is he calling Harrison a douche?
No, I realize what’s going on when I see Drake reading the name on the cup.
“You put Douche as my name?” Drake questions Harrison.
“Is that not your name?” Harrison acts so innocent, and I crack a smile.
“No, that's not my name. I want to speak to your manager,” Drake says, setting the coffees on the counter.
Harrison crosses his arms over his broad chest, stepping taller. “I’m the owner. Don’t come back here ever again.”
Drake’s face goes from confusion to upset in a matter of seconds. “What? It’s the only coffee shop in town, besides hers.” He points at me.
