Who knows if Cade is dressed. Maybe she just finished blowing him.
Cade might look like the dependable and standup guy of the two of us, but he's got a deep and wild kink.
So...
"You better fucking be dressed," I shout, going into the kitchen area and pouring myself a drink.
A vodka energy drink mix.
It's early, but I need it.
I'm going to be a fucking father.
What if I screw up?
I want to shout it out, but I'll be cool.
"I'm fucking dressed. Join you in a minute."
Nope. I'll be cool, get down to business, and do some work with Cade. Silas is busy, so it's just us, as per usual. Yeah, I'll play it cool and maybe drop it nonchalantly into the conversation.
Or do I wait until the trimester is done?
I really need to read up on this fucking stuff.
He walks in, holding his laptop as he types. "Sorry, had to finish something."
"Like getting your clothes on?"
"No, you dirtbag. Like something the Ghost is putting out."
"On who?"
He shrugs, puts down his computer, and grabs my drink, nose wrinkling. "A celebrity with a thing for underage girls. And...a little early?"
"Lola's pregnant. I'm going to be a dad."
Well, I guess blurting it out is as fucking good as nonchalance.
Cade just stares at me and puts the drink down. He makes his own, pulls out a chair at the table, and sits heavily. "Holy fuck."
"I don't think the Lord was involved in it."
"So, she's forgiven you?"
"I think so. We're working through it, being honest, you know." Then I frown as I sit as well, dragging my computer from my bag. "She didn't tell me until I found the test in the trash, and then Lyndall took responsibility for it."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. And Luke's fucking lucky Lola confessed. I was going to torture him, feed him his dick, and then feed him to the fish."
"Well, Enzo. As long as you're calm and thoughtful about it all."
I am.
But he's staring at me. He leans forward. "And you fucking believed Lyndall?"
"Well, she said it was hers, and she was pregnant?"
