Under his breath, his old man said, “Guess you got some ‘splainin to do.”
Zeke kept his answer under his breath, too. “Figured by now you’d know how crotch critters are made. You had two.”
Zak shot a forced smile toward Kyra, who clearly heard that exchange, then grabbed Zeke’s arm and dragged him a few yards away from her and Ledger. They turned their backs to them and kept their voices low. “Thinkin’ we shoulda stuck to one.”
“Wouldn’t miss Zane?”
“Ain’t Zane I’m talkin’ ‘bout.” His old man shook his head. “Your mom’s gonna shit a fuckin’ brick.”
“Sounds like that’d hurt.”
Zak’s expression was deadly as he sucked on his teeth.
“Z…Dad,” he quickly corrected to get on the man’s good side for what he was about to ask next. “Askin’ you not to say anythin’ yet. Shit ain’t solid between me and Ky. Gotta keep shit on her timeline or gonna have to fight to see my own kid.”
Zak’s nostrils flared. “Not lyin’ to your mother. Never fuckin’ have. Never fuckin’ will.”
“Ain’t askin’ you to lie. Just give it a fuckin’ minute.”
“No. ‘Cause that means I’m gonna know somethin’ important, somethin’ she’d care a fuckuva lot about, and if she finds out I kept that shit from her…” He shook his head. “Me and your motherarefuckin’ solid. Shoulda took notes growin’ up. Mighta helped you in this situation.” He shook his head. “So woulda wraps.”
Yeah, no shit.“Used wraps.” He had no idea how Kyra got pregnant, unless one of the wraps failed. They needed to have a discussion about that, but not until it was just the two of them.
Not that the discussion would do any good now. But again, if one was going to fail, thank fuck it was with Ky and not someone like Shimmer. Or Honey. Or Bubbles.
Or any of the rest of them.
Fuck, that would’ve been a huge nightmare.
One requirement to be a sweet butt was they were on birth control in addition to having to use wraps. If they were caught trying to trap one of his brothers, it would not turn out the way she’d want.
“If you always wore a wrap, I’d normally suggest gettin’ a DNA test, but, for fuck’s sake, son, the kid’s a goddamn spittin’ image of you. You looked exactly like that at his age.”
“Ain’t tellin’ me somethin’ I don’t already fuckin’ know.”
“What’s he? ‘Bout three?”
“Think so.”
“Been hidin’ him for three fuckin’ years?”
“No, wasn’t me hidin’ him. Only found out ‘bout him the other day.”
Zak glanced over his shoulder to where Kyra still stood. Surprisingly, she hadn’t rushed out the door.
Taking his kid along with her.
Goddamn it.Why did everything have to be such a clusterfuck?
“Dad, can you wait ’til tonight to tell Mom? Tryin’ to establish a relationship with my boy before anybody else is involved.”
Zak pursed his lips as he considered that. “You wanna be a father?”
“I got a choice?”
“No. Don’t mean a sperm donor. Mean an actual father. Like a real one who’s involved and helpin’ to raise the kid.”
Zeke stared at the man who sired him. On purpose. “I got a choice?”
