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“So, she’s okay?”
“She’s doing great.”
“Great? That’s all I get?” My head shook as I took in the two of them. “Is she pregnant? Is she not? Why the hell all the secrecy?”
“Aimon, you need to get your things. It’s time for you to leave.”
For seconds I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. Had he just said I could go?
“Wait.” I took a deep breath, trying to control the emotions. “What do you mean, I can go?” My arms flexed throughout the growing anger. “Is she having my kid or not?”
“Master Carmelo wishes to see you once you have your things together. I’ll escort you to the study once you’re ready. We have a car waiting, and Lady Fayette has been generous enough to provide you her parent’s home and a generous allowance until you get on your feet. We’ve moved everything back in, and it’s ready for you.”
“Lady…Fay. Lady.” A growl tore from my throat as I tried to step around Thomas. “She’s pregnant with my kid. Son of a bitch. She has the new heir. Of course she does.”
“Anger won’t make this easier on anyone, Aimon. Don’t dig your hole any deeper than it already is. Your grandfather wanted you out on your ass. Fayette is the only reason you’re not. If you go in there and raise hell, he’s liable not to give you anything.”
“What about my kid?”
Thomas’s head shook.
“It’s my kid. Fuck!”
I grabbed the chair from the table, throwing it at the floor. Wood busted, splintering off as it broke to pieces.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real. One real time. One shitty time, at that. Maybe it was my ego or leaving her with a memory I could have blown out of the fucking water had I had the real opportunity. But I didn’t. She’d be left to remember raping me or me attempting to humiliate her for conceiving our child. I was not okay with that.
I headed for my room, not able to process rational thought. They couldn’t keep me from my kid. That wasn’t legal. It wasn’t right. I deserved to be here, to see the thing grow, didn’t I?
Think… I stopped outside the closet, closing my eyes as my entire existence shifted. Baby. I was going to be a father.
A ragged breath left me, and I leaned my head against the door frame. I’d wanted to be free for as long as I could remember. I prayed for a way out of this family. Now, it was here, and every piece of me was crumbling at the thought of walking away from this house. Baby…Child…Infant…So many thoughts and questions raced through my mind. Wouldn’t Fayette need me? What if she had another reaction? What if she needed someone to talk or read to her? She’d be here alone. I’d be alone. How was I not going to see her sleeping every morning when I woke up? I’d made it routine to wake her. To pester the hell out of her. She was the first person I saw, and she was the last before I went to sleep. I liked it that way. I liked her. And she was having my kid. Now…banishment?
My heart all about stopped as I continued to try to make sense of the situation. How could this be?
I walked in, grabbing the only 2 other outfits I’d been given. Jeans. Long sleeve shirts. My shoes were on. I had nothing else. No suitcase, no cell phone, no laptop.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
My answer came out just as empty as I felt. I followed Thomas out of the room and down the hall. I waited to hear the soft sound of Fay’s voice, but I heard nothing but the dead silence that had been my home for more years than I wanted to remember. After my parents died it’d become cold, and it was no more inviting as I was leaving.
“Will you at least tell me if she’s okay?”
“I did. She’s great.”
“Is she?”
Thomas slowed, coming to a stop just short of the stairs.
“Fayette was surprised at the news. I was told she cried some at the beginning, but she came to terms and is moving along just fine with the idea now. Your grandfather has made sure she and the baby are very well cared for. He’s been there for her every step of the way today, and they seem to get along alright. Also, Parker is here, and fully capable of meeting any needs she has. Once the child is born, he or she will have their own live-in nurse and pediatrician. You know how this goes, Aimon. You grew up in this house. It was the same for you.”
I pulled at my collar, not able to swallow past the closing of my throat.
“What if she wants to see me?”
“She knows where you are.”
