“No, what I got out of that was that you love me enough to want me to be the mother of your child and your wife. I mean, I’m halfway there, so…” She rubbed her stomach and her smile grew wider.
“I’m not fucking with you like that. Let’s go, so I can take you home. I need to run by and see Los after I get you situated.”
“So you made me go to Jamaica for a week and now that I’m home you’re leaving me?”
“Just for a minute, but I won’t be long, so just relax and chill until I get back.”
She stood and stepped between my legs. My hands gripped the backs of her thighs while I looked up at her.
“I promise I won’t be long. Just be ready for me when I get back.” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her stomach before I stood and closed her in my arms.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Sophie grinned and I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. After I let her go, she laughed.
“That didn’t change my answer. I said I’ll see what I can do.”
“Man, bring your ass on before I have to show you just why Iknowyou’ll be ready for me when I get back.”
She rolled her eyes and pulled away from me. I was close behind, but kept enough distance to watch her move. I was definitely a lucky man.
Shit was good until we made it to my place and walked into the lobby. When I told Sophie I’d be dropping bodies, I didn’t know I’d be challenged so soon. Two women were at the security station, and the second the guard pointed our way, they rushed Sophie with recorders in their hands.
“Ms. Prescott. Would you like to give a statement about where you’ve been for the past week and your thoughts on your father and grandfather both being found dead at their mistresses’ homes?”
“Ay, get the fuck out of her face before I catch a case up in this bitch,” I yelled before knocking the recorders out of both of their hands.
“He’s not my father,” Sophie yelled, then stormed off.
“Ay, real shit, get these bitches out of here or I swear I’ll light his bitch up.” I pointed to the guards before I left them to catch up with Sophie. I heard them still shouting questions behind me.
“I hate him. I fucking hate him. He’s dead, but still messing with my life. How did they even know I was here? I’m not a fucking Prescott. I don’t care what they think, I’m not a Prescott,” Sophie yelled the second I got to her.
I didn’t even bother trying to talk her down. That wasn’t what she needed, so I just pulled her into my chest and held her until she pulled away. When she looked at me, frustration was all over her face.
“I just wish I didn’t have that name. It’s not who I want to be anymore,” she said with a certainty that had me trying to figure out how to fix it for her. I had to fix that for her.
After I got Sophie situated, I left to check Los out. But I got Story on the line the second I was in my truck.
“Hey, son, you home?”
“Yeah, just got Sophie situated and I’m about to check Los out. What’s good?”
“Life.”
“Life, huh? That got anything to do with Sophie having reporters all in her gotdamn face asking questions about William and Harold Prescott the second we walked into my building?” I knew the answer to the question before I asked, but he confirmed.
“All I want my daughter to focus on is having that baby so I can meet my grandchild. I made sure she could do that in peace.”
“Last piece to the puzzle?”
“Last piece. Take care of my baby, Troop.”
I chuckled and rubbed my chin as I pulled out of the parking garage.
“She’s your daughter, but she’s my baby. Don’t tell me shit that’s already understood, Story.”
He laughed before he replied, “Just know if you don’t, it’s you and me.”
“Trust me, she’s good, but don’t think I won’t beat your old ass if you ever question that.”
