He repeats his number for me and leaves with Liv. As soon as the door closes, I bend over, hands on my knees as I let out a breath. Not just because of the fact that I randomly ran into the father of my child, but because of the realization that eventually, Ian will know.
Ian is…hard to read sometimes if you don’t know him well. And I know for a fact, he’s not going to be happy that the father of this baby is one of his teammates. I never cared to look up the teammate my brother has been bitching about since he joined the team, but maybe I should have.
Because now, he’s the father of my child.
This should be fun.
Me
I know we’re supposed to get together tomorrow, but can you guys come over tonight instead? Something came up.
Clara
Sure, no problem. Works for me :)
Kaya
Same here, tonight’s good. I’ll grab food, what do you all want?
Lately, I’ve been craving pita bread and hummus, so I suggest our all-time favorite takeout.
Me
Taste of Mediterranean?
Clara
YUM! I’m in. What can I bring?
Kaya
Not burnt cookies.
Clara
…it was one time!! I swear I’m a better baker now.
Me
Let’s not test that theory tonight.
Kaya
Agreed.
I’m pacing in my living room later that night as I await the arrival of Clara and Kaya, while the band Ghostplays on the speaker, trying to drown out my racingthoughts.
I texted Quentin when I got home, and we made plans to meet up for dinner tomorrow at a place he promises we won’t be spotted at. He surprised me with the ease that he agreed to meet up with me, considering how hurt he was at the realization that I lied to him on top of me rejecting him.
It probably means he’s a good guy, the opposite of me, because if a man rejected me, then I found out he lied to me and wanted to talk, I’d probably tell him to fuck off.
“Open the door!” Clara yells over the music from outside my door.
Shit.I rush toward it and fling it open.
“Sorry,” I shout as I turn down the volume from my phone. Clara waves me off and squeezes me in a hug. I squeeze her back when another pair of arms wraps around us, which I know to be Kaya’s.
“We were only knocking for a minute or two,” Kaya explains.
