“I’m pregnant with your baby,” she huffed as if that was a given.
“And?” I questioned. When she didn’t answer, I added to the sentiment. “It hasn’t been proven that you’re pregnant,” I hesitated a moment before adding the rest, “with my baby. You refused to do a DNA test until it’s born. Remember?”
“You may not believe, but I know the truth.”
“Knowing the truth and telling it are two very different things, Fiona. Have a safe flight. My lawyers will be in touch.”
I turned and walked away because it was clear she wasn’t going to leave. After I made my way back down to the lobby, I asked that security make sure she was no longer allowed onto the penthouse floor, as she had no business being there to begin with. Then I put in a call to my lawyer and had him set up a private investigator to check into Fiona, her family, and to find out once and for all if she was really pregnant.
Chapter 18
Violet
I stared at all the green decorations hanging from the rafters of the bar where I was supposed to meet my family and friends. I was seven months along and my mother decided that my baby shower should be in a bar on St. Patrick’s Day because it would be fun.
Sure, it would be fun for everyone else who could drink their day away. As for me, I was eating for two but imbibing of green spirits was strictly forbidden this holiday for me.
“What was she thinking?” I asked Gabby who turned to watch as her son was passed between Moreland’s parents and Ridge’s.
It hurt my heart to have them at the party because it made it glaringly obvious who was missing from this celebration. To my complete surprise, no one had mentioned to Ridge that I was pregnant. I thought for sure they wouldn’t honor my request.
As it turned out, they completely understood my concerns about Fiona being close to him, and how I worried for the safety of my baby. Who wouldn’t? She was a sexual predator. Ridge may have forgotten that, but the rest of us hadn’t.
There were rumors that Fiona was no longer in Australia with him, but they hadn’t been confirmed to anyone, so none of us knew the status of their relationship any more than we did all those months ago when he left the country with her.
To no one else’s shock, I still hadn’t heard from my ex-husband. I turned as Gabby left me to go collect her precious little boy and ran straight into my best friend.
“Hey stranger,” I said to DD.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like my ankles are bigger than my ass today, and that’s a bit of an understatement.” DD leaned to the side and perused my ass for a minute before she nodded.
“I see. Your ass is stacked, my friend, but you do not have anything akin to cankles going on.”
“Yeah, well, when you have to carry these puppies around with you everywhere, you can tell me how normal they look,” I muttered. “Where’s the cake?”
Duri threw her head back and laughed. “Are you kidding me? You just pointed out your fat ass and ankles - your words, sort of, not mine - and the next thing you do is ask for cake?”
“I don’t want cake.” I pointed to my own ass. “Obviously, I don’t need cake.”
“Could have fooled me,” DD chuckled as she said that.
“It’s the baby!”
“Sure, it is. The baby wants cake.”
“I swear to you, it may not have teeth yet, but it loves sweets.”
“I really wish you would stop calling your baby, ‘it,’ Vi. It’s creepy.”
“I still don’t know if the baby is a girl or boy. What the hell else am I supposed to say?”
“Pretty much anything else?” my friend suggested in what sounded more like a question to me. She then shrugged and tittered out a little laugh. “Honestly, it’s your kid. I don’t know why I’m getting miffed on your baby’s behalf.”
“As long as I feed it sweets, it doesn’t care what I call it.”
“You’re not right,” DD mentioned.
