Making His Baby(117)

“Skipped periods are pretty common if you are undergoing a lot of stress. Which, if the news is right, you have been.” Rayanne offers a sad smile. “Stress can shut it down for a month if it wants, and kick back up the following. Developmentally, your little peanut is not nine weeks.”

Lily stares at me and gapes. “That means…”

I cover my mouth with my hands. Five weeks? Five weeks would put me nowhere near David. Instead, that would put me with…

Tears well back up in my eyes and it’s hard to breathe. I watch Rayanne finish her measurements, while my brain tries to rationalize this.

We always used condoms. Always.

“Are you sure?” Lily finally asks Rayanne.

“Very. Later, it gets more difficult to pinpoint, but it’s very accurate in the beginning due to their growth stages.” Rayanne finishes and leaves the room to get the doctor.

Lily just stares at me.

“That means…”

“We used condoms.”

“Every time?”

I clean myself up with baby wipes and pull up my leggings. I bend over to put on my sandals and a memory comes blazing back. The night he showed up at my apartment and we had sex over the edge of the couch. I don’t remember seeing a condom.

My God.

Rayanne knocks and comes back in.

“Here’s your baby.” She hands me a small strip of black and white pictures, featuring the baby I did not make with David McArthur.





CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE



ERIC



After spending a solid ten minutes knocking on the door, I decide Kate isn’t home yet. She doesn’t answer any of my phone calls or text messages, but she has to come home soon. She has to.

The past week has been a rollercoaster of shit. The case, David, Paxton, the interview. At the heart of it has always been a yearning for Kate. Despite everything, despite drowning myself every time I went to the bar or sweating until I was dizzy at the gym, she was my center.

She is my center. Every minute with her, I become a whole new person. Every minute with her, I become the person I am supposed to be.

This whole process has done nothing but show me she is who I need to be with. There is no day worth living without her there. The minute I stopped fighting my feelings, everything turned around.

I have to get her to talk to me. I fucked up, and bad, but I will fight with everything in me to get her back. She just needs to get here. I’m going to lose my damn mind waiting.

Her neighbor across the hall opens his door for a fourth time to stare at me. I try to smile politely and wave. He says nothing and shuts the door. Again.

Where is she?

I narrowly missed David fifteen minutes earlier. I managed to slip down a side hall as soon as I saw him coming from the elevator. He knocked on the door for five minutes, very abrasively, and yelled for her to open it. I should have dropped this guy months ago.

If I were the neighbor across the hall, I’d probably be watching me too.

A true testament to my character was not beating the shit out of David when I saw him. I’ll save that for after divorce, when I no longer represent him. I’ll have to invite him to my boxing ring. Can’t sue me if I beat the fuck out of him there while “teaching him how to box”.

That’ll be such a great day.

The elevator chimes and I jump down the side hallway. Out walks Kate and her friend, someone I recognize vaguely from a night out at the bar. She must be Lily.

Kate looks so beautiful my heart stops. Something is bothering her, but what wouldn’t at this point? Everything around me slows when I see her, like I’ve been pulled into the center of my universe. Because that’s exactly what she’s been, this entire time.

They talk briefly outside the door and I’m not sure what to do until Lily turns and goes back to the elevator.

“I’ll go get it. Be right back up.” Lily disappears into the elevator.

It’s now or never.

“Kate.” I say softly, walking up slowly, trying not to startle her. “Hey.”

As quiet as I am, she looks shell-shocked, her hand frozen in front of her lock. She only blinks at me.

“I really need to talk to you. Can I have a minute? Just one minute. It’s important.”

“Um.” She swallows deeply, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

“I was an asshole.” I’m desperate to touch her, equally desperate to not make her run off. “David fed me some bullshit about sleeping with you, showed me pictures, and I just lost it. It was dumb. So fucking dumb. I don’t own you and we weren’t anything serious, but it just made me realize that I am goddamn crazy about you. I mean, I also hate that fat fuck and picturing him with you made me murderous. But it’s because… I’m crazy about you. I can’t sleep without you. Eating feels like a waste.”