“Oh, fuck off. My life is not a cheesy romance book.” Everyone laughs at that, and we settle into our girls’ night with good food, laughter, and more reality TV.
By the time they leave at ten o’clock, I’m feeling better about everything than I did hours ago. Their support and excitement for the baby are making me excited, when that’s a feeling I’ve yet to have for the pregnancy since finding out yesterday.
While it was quite the shock to meet Quentin the way I did today, it did relieve the stress I was feeling of trying to find out who he was.
On top of that, he’s being a lot nicer than I probably deserve, making me hopeful that tomorrow will go well. In the sense that he’s not going to lose his shit on me and will want to help raise this baby. Not only because some help would be nice, but because I know what it’s like to grow up with a father who didn’t want me, and I’m hoping that’s not the case for Blueberry.
There’s so much I’m scared of and there are a lot of unknowns at this point, so much so that if I think about them too long, I might start crying.
But for right now, I need to focus on one thing at a time.
First things first, tell Quentin he’s the father.
Chapter 13
Quentin
Unknown number
Hey, it’s Teagan. I was wondering if we could meet the next time you’re free? I’d like to talk.
Me
Hey, I’m actually free tomorrow in the evening. My buddy’s brother owns Mezzo’s, and there’s a private room in the back. I can pick you up if you’d like?
Teagan
I’ll meet you there at six. See you then.
Teagan
and thanks for doing this.
Me
No problem.See you then.
I’m rereading our convo as I wait in the private room of Mezzo’s, the restaurant Pauly’s brother owns.
I had remembered Pauly mentioning that he takes all of his dates there for some privacy, so I asked him if he could set it up for me. A few of the guys from the team and I have also been out to eat there a few times, and the food is delicious, making it the prime location for tonight.
While he badgered the hell out of me for who I’m bringing here, I somehow was able to evade him.
“What will you have to drink tonight, sir?” the server asks.
“Just water is fine, and one for my guest too, please,” I tell him and he nods, backing away from my table and exiting through the wooden door.
I’m not sure what she likes to drink, but I figure it’s good to have some water on the table to start.
My knee bounces as I check my watch, seeing that it’s five minutes to six, which is the time we agreed upon meeting
I’m curious as to why she asked me to meet, seeing as her texts didn’t give me much information.
So, I collected some information myself.
Yeah, I googled her. Sue me.
After not knowing anything about her and having her run marathons in my mind for the last two months, I was starving for more information.
