The Right Kind of Love(97)

Me: A beautiful bouquet for a beautiful woman.

Sydney: Thank you.

Me: What are you doing?

Sydney: Just reading a book.

Me: How is it?

Sydney: Smutty and funny.

Me: That’s an interesting combination. I could give you some smutty.

Sydney: Well, I’ve got to go. Thanks again.

“Damn it.” I threw my phone on my desk.

“What did she say?”

“We had a conversation going and then when I was suggestive, she said she had to go. I’m like, what the fuck. Since she’s been pregnant, she has a raging libido.” I put both of my hands on my head and my elbows on my desk. This was so frustrating.

“Well, little bro, I would love to sit around all day and help you figure out your woman problem, but I got to get to work. I was in the area and just wanted to stop by to see what was up. Obviously, you are having one hell of a week.” He got up out of his chair and opened the door. He looked at me over his shoulder. “Good luck.”

I could use all the luck I could get at this point. “Thanks. Oh, and, by the way, don’t say anything to anyone. I don’t want Ma thinking she has another grandbaby.”

“No problem.” He walked out the door and left me with my thoughts. It was really a losing battle.

I had finally finished up for the night and stopped off at Chubby’s to get us some burgers, fries, and milkshakes. I hoped it would bring back memories of the first time we went out and shared a meal.

Pulling into the garage, I noticed that her car wasn’t there. What the fuck. She was supposed to be home and not feeling well.

I headed inside to find Bee on the couch watching TV. Hopefully, she would have a solution to all of my problems.

“Where’s Sydney?” I asked.

“She said she needed to get out of the house, so she and Shaina went to a movie.” Fucking hell.

“I told her I was going to bring her home dinner.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know what to tell you.”

I put the bags of food on the coffee table and took a seat next to her. “Did she say anything to you about what’s bothering her?”

She paused and took a deep breath. “I know she probably would be upset if I talked to you about it, but I feel like if I do, it might help. You have to promise not to say anything.”

“You’ve got my word.”

“All right, it all boils down to this. She thinks that the baby the woman is claiming is yours is, and that once you find out, you won’t want her or the baby she’s carrying. She feels like why would you want her baby when it isn’t your own flesh and blood like the other.”

That made complete sense. I could tell this was bothering Bee as well and that she was really concerned for her friend. The questioning look on her face said she was very curious about the baby possibly being mine.

“I will tell you just like I have told her. I love Sydney, she and the baby mean everything to me. I don’t plan to abandon her. Although the baby may not be my flesh and blood, it’s mine in every sense of the word and I plan to raise the baby with her. Nothing will come between us.” I picked up my milkshake and took a drink.

“Good to know. I figured you felt that way. I just needed to hear it from your lips. Now, you need to convince Syd. I tried, but she wasn’t hearing anything of it.” I’m sure she had tried. Bee was an excellent friend to Sydney. And I knew she wanted nothing more than for her to be happy like I did.

“I have to admit, I’m pissed she isn’t here tonight. We had plans for dinner.” Not only was I pissed, but I was annoyed. I don’t like being fucked over.

“Don’t be mad. Just be patient with her.” She gave me a pleading look.

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

“Try.” She didn’t ask. It was more of a demand.

Picking up my phone, I sent Sydney a text.

Me: I don’t like being blown off.

I waited for about five minutes, and then she finally replied. I had a feeling that she didn’t know how to respond, since it was obvious I was pissed off.

Sydney: I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about?

Me: I told you I’d bring home dinner, and I figured after that we would spend the evening together.

This time ten minutes passed. It seemed like longer.

Sydney: I’m sorry. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. Rain check?

Me: I thought you didn’t feel good?

Sydney: Well, I started to feel better and I wanted to see Shaina.

Fuck, why didn’t she want to see me? That really stung.

Me: All right, I’ll see you when you get home.

Sydney: Nah, don’t wait up. I’m staying at Shaina’s tonight.

What the fuck.