“Oh, thank God you made it!” Kinsley says the moment I step through the door. I can’t help but notice the excitement in her voice.
If she thinks this means we’re getting back together, she is dead wrong.
Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I make my over to the side of her bed. “I told you I’d come and I did.” Looking around the room at all the machines that are attached to her belly, I notice there’s no one else around.
“Where’s Brock? Or your mom and sister?” I ask as I plop down in the chair beside her bed.
Folding her arms over her chest and glaring at me she answers, “Brock is at a bar getting trashed and could care less that I’m in labor. My mother and sister are getting some coffee out of the vending machine.”
I’m dreading having to see her mother. That woman made it her life’s mission to let me know every day that she hated me and thought I was not good enough for her daughter. She constantly called me a deadbeat. I was wasting my college degree by working in a guitar shop and chasing unreachable dreams. She made it clear, more than once, to Kinsley that I would ruin her life if she stayed with me.
Her sister isn’t too bad. She is a tad stuck up but was always civil with me. I just hope her mother doesn’t try to start shit with me when she gets back. I am so not in the fucking mood for her shit right now.
All I can think about is Brittan sitting out in the waiting room all by herself. I asked her if she wanted stay at my apartment, and I’d come back as soon as I could but she insisted on coming and supporting me.
Pulling out my phone, I turn towards Kinsley, “What’s Brock’s number? If I’m here then that asshole needs to be too.”
Kinsley blinks a few times shocked at my boldness. I’m not the same guy she was with last summer. I’m done playing games, especially when it’s my life she’s fucking with.
She spits the number out like its poison in her mouth. Just as I’m getting ready to text him, she shoots up off of the bed gripping her stomach and groaning out in pain scaring the shit out of me.
Jumping to my feet I run beside her, “I’m texting that piece of shit right now. He should be the one standing here beside you, rubbing your back, Kinsley. Not me, and you know it. I just don’t know why you’re doing this to me now.”
The pain in her eyes, when she looks at me while trying to breathe through her contraction, is hard to swallow. I feel like an asshole right now, but my head is all over the place. I asked her a million times after she told me she was pregnant if there was any chance this baby was mine. She told me over and over again, no… that she and Brock never used protection. She said she was one hundred percent positive it was his and gave me this whole spiel about them being in love.
I guess the little fairytale she pictured didn’t play out like she thought it would if he’s getting drunk in a bar somewhere while she’s in labor, and he’s trying to pass the kid onto me.
“You’re such an asshole, Jordon. I’m here getting ready to give birth, and you’re only worrying about your stupid girlfriend. Let me guess, you brought that bitch here with you?”
What the fuck?!
Raking my fingers through my hair, I fist a hand full and tug on it. I try to breathe and keep my anger at bay; the last thing I need is to make a scene here in the hospital.
My agent would kick my ass.
Speaking of, I still need to call my agent and tell her about this situation. I wouldn’t put it past Kinsley to try and sell this to the tabloids for a few grand.
“Brittan is here in the waiting room, to be exact, because she’s my girlfriend. When people love each other, they stand by your side supporting you!” My words come out clipped and laced with anger. It is taking every ounce of strength I have to keep my voice down right now.
The second I say ‘love’ my body goes numb, and Kinsley’s face drops.
I can’t believe I just admitted out loud that I’m in love with Brittan to fucking Kinsley before I even said it to her.
“How cute! Well, we’ll see if she’s still standing by your side once our baby is here.” She’s trying to hide it, but my words have shaken her to the core. I can hear the anger and jealousy in her voice. She has this fantasy that everything is going to play out like she wants it, but in reality it isn’t.
The cold hard truth will sink in whether she wants it to or not.
This baby will not make us a family.
If it is mine, I’ll get visitation and be in its life, but we will not be getting back together.
Before I can say anything, a nurse comes in along with Kinsley’s mother and sister.
Just great.