Tempt My Heart(70)

When I left last July, she told me according to some damn pregnancy test she took, she was two to three weeks along. I freaked the hell out because I used condoms religiously. I have fucking dreams, and didn’t want to get tied down in Chicago.

She told me a million fucking times that the baby was not mine.

Now she is trying to say there is a 50/50 chance the baby is mine? Of course, she goes into labor when I’m in Chicago.

Worst. Fucking. Luck. Ever.

It killed me to wake Brittan up and tell her. Surprisingly, she was supportive and insisted on coming with me to the hospital.

We are at a good place in our relationship, where I feel Brittan is finally opening up to me. It’s been three months but when I’m with her it feels like I’ve known her my entire life. The feelings she evokes in me are unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

To have Kinsley now claiming I may be the father of her baby scares the shit out of me. I’m afraid of what will happen if it turns out I am the father.

Can we really work that after everything Brittan’s been through in her life? The thought this could possibly make her relapse flashes through my mind. If I’m the reason she turns to drugs again, it will kill me.

After stopping at a twenty-four hour Starbucks, Brittan and I head over to the hospital. We spent the entire car ride in silence, just holding each other’s hands. I never imagined this would be the way Brittan would finally get to ride in my car.

I’ve spent the last week showing her pictures of my fully restored 1970 Buick GSX. It was my dad’s; he bought brand new back in 1970. We spent my entire high school years rebuilding the engine and giving it a new paint job: white with black racing stripes.

It’s my one and only prized possession.

It definitely helped me get laid throughout my senior year and all through college. Chicks love muscle cars. One rev of the engine and their panties fly off.

I was excited to show her off to Brittan and let her take it for a drive. She loves her Challenger, but I told her nothing is more exhilarating than getting behind the wheel of a classic.

Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital, a somber feeling washes over me. This is not what I was expecting when we came back to Chicago. When I imagined this moment, I pictured myself rushing into the hospital excited to meet my child. When I picture that moment, it’s Brittan I see as the mother of my children, not Kinsley.

I may sound like a douchebag, but I am praying to God right now to make known what I already know deep in my gut: This baby is not mine.

Turning off the ignition, I rub my hands down my face letting out a low growl. The frustration I’m feeling right now is making my head want to fucking explode.

Climbing to her knees, Brittan slides onto my lap straddling me and wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. Throwing my head back against the seat, I peer up at her angelic face. Her red hair is falling around her in loose curls. She gazes down at me with the most loving smile that takes my breath away.

The sadness in her eyes is like a sucker punch to my gut. Pressing her forehead to mine she whispers, “I’m here for you, Jordon. We’ll get through this together. You’ve been my strength for the last three months, and now it’s my turn to be yours.”

The garage is dimly lit, and in the early morning hours I think it’s safe to say there’s no one here besides us; which I’m happy for because I needed this moment.

Just her and me and no one else.

Brittan knew I needed this before I even did.

Running my hands up her back, I pull her against my chest. She’s the calm in the middle of this Category IV storm brewing around me.

“Thanks, babe. For everything. Having you here by my side means a lot to me.”

“I have faith that everything will be fine.” She says pressing a kiss to my lips, immediately helping me relax. Letting out a small sexy sigh, Brittan slides her fingers through my hair and sits up slightly before continuing, “More than likely this girl is seeing your success and is jealous. This Kinsley girl made her bed, and now she has to lie in it. She’s the one who cheated on you and didn’t support your dreams. I don’t think for a second that it’s a coincidence this all happens after you guys started getting the recognition you deserved.”

Leaning forward, I trail a few kiss along her neck, whispering against her skin, “Well, as soon as I can, I’m getting a DNA test and then we can move on with our lives.”

“Exactly! Now let’s get our asses in there before she decides to blow your damn phone up again.”

I didn’t realize I held my breath the entire elevator ride up to the labor and delivery floor until the door opened. The nurses led us to the waiting area where I left Brittan and unwillingly made my way towards the room Kinsley’s in.