“Pleassssssssse, Daddy. I really want this one. And so does the baby. Don’t you want to get it for us?”
“What I want is to not spend my entire month’s salary on baby shit,” the guy with her grumbles.
Daddy? Really? I mean, to each their own. Not my cup of tea, but I’ll never knock anyone’s yum. Though judging by his response, I don’t think this is a kink thing.
Not being able to resist the curiosity, I turn to look at the couple who are now arguing about cribs.
That’s when I see who “Daddy” actually is. And puke a little in my mouth.
“Justin?”
His name is out of my mouth before I can think to keep it inside.
“Gabi?”
The two of us stare at each other, because this is thelastplace I ever thought I’d run into my ex-husband. I haven’t seen him since the last divorce mediation when the final agreements were set in stone and I walked out a free woman.
Since then, I’ve wondered a few times what he was up to. Not in a “want him back” way. But in a curiosity way. I assumed he and his secretary were off living their new fabulous life.
Turns out I was wrong. Because the woman standing next to him—who I guarantee is younger than Maddox and is clearly more pregnant than I am—is not his secretary.
“What are you doing here?”
Is he confused? Does he not know what store he walked into? Judging by his tone, I feel like he’s confused. And of course mad, because it’s my ex and that’s his default mode.
“I think the same thing you’re doing,” I say, nodding to the woman’s belly as she drapes herself onto him. “I guess congratulations are in order.”
“Thanks,” she says happily, clearly having no idea who I am. “Daddy and I are so excited.”
“Oh I can tell,” I say, eyeing Justin, whose face is the polar opposite of happy. “Daddy.”
His eyes narrow at me, my sarcasm already getting to him.
Mediocre men… so sensitive.
“I’m Gabi by the way,” I say, extending my hand to…
“Kaila. With an I,” she says, like that makes any difference to me.
“Good to know.”
We awkwardly shake hands, and Justin’s face is becoming increasingly red by the second.
“You okay over there? You look a little upset? Having a baby is supposed to be a happy time!”
I don’t know if it’s my sarcasm or nonchalance that’s getting to him, but I must admit, it’s fun.
“How far along are you?” he asks with a bite.
I put my hand over my stomach and act as if I’m offended by his question. “I don’t think that’s any of your business. I’m not sure if they covered this in medical school, but I haven’t had sex with you in over two years, and a baby’s gestation is only nine months. Now I know you’ve never been as good at math as I am, but you don’t have to worry, it’s not yours.”
“You two had sex!” Kaila cries out. Does she seriously think she’s the only woman he’s ever slept with? Now that’s hilarious. “Whoareyou?”
“Oh. My apologies. I’m his ex-wife.”
She snaps her head to glare at Justin, who looks like he wants to murder me right now. And honestly? I can’t stop smiling. This is the best fucking day ever.
“Is she for real, Daddy? Were you married to her?”
