Baz wasn’t sure what the hell she was rambling about. “What do you mean it’ll work?”
“That night … it was a mistake.” Her face was so animated, her eyes wild. “You said so. And I agree. I was too excited and you … well, you were drunk, which is why you couldn’t … you know. But that’s okay. It means we get a do-over. The way you kissed me that night … you wanted me. I know you did, but you just couldn’t…”
Baz’s eyebrows popped as he waited for her to elaborate. “Couldn’twhat, Molly? Spit it out.”
“Get it inside me,” she said softly, tears filling her eyes. “I know you wanted to and I tried. I got on top, put on the condom, but it wouldn’t go on, so I tried again and it broke. It didn’t matter though. We didn’t need it. We’re gonna be together forever. We’re having a baby.”
Baz’s heart was pounding, his blood roaring in his ears. They hadn’t…
“I really tried, but … we get a do-over,” she said adamantly. “And the baby … the baby will only make us love each other more.”
He was still hung up on one thing. “We didn’t have sex?”
“We tried,” she repeated. “You weren’t … you know … hard. It was the alcohol. I read that it does things like that. The alcohol made it not work, but it will. Next time it will. You’ll want me like that again, I know you will. And when you do, we’ll try again.”
Baz fought to remember that night just like he had a million times since. No matter how hard he tried, there were only brief flashes of memory. He remembered being on the couch, Molly lying on him, kissing him. He had a vague impression of her rolling on a condom. But the most he remembered was watching as she straddled his hips, riding him. Hadn’t she?
“You wantedme,” Molly stressed. “Not her.Me.”
“Her?” Baz stared at Molly. “What are you talking about?”
“You called me Jessica by accident. But you were drunk, so you were confused.”
Baz felt his stomach churn.
“But you wantedme,” she bit out, her sweet demeanor shifting to furious. “You were there withme.”
Baz took a deep breath. “Molly, tell me the truth. Is that baby mine?”
Her eyes were wide, tears now streaming down her face.
“Is it?”
“She can be.”
“Did we have sex that night?”
“We tried,” she whispered, her eyes darting away.
He noticed she was looking at the chart.
That was where the truth was. That was the reason she wouldn’t let him go to the appointments with her. If he had, he would’ve realized she was further along than she said she was. Granted, it was only by a few weeks, so it could still be his.
Unless, of course, they’d never had sex in the first fucking place.
Baz walked over, flipped open the chart, skimmed the information. She was forty weeks according to this, her due date in two days. It showed her date of conception to be in mid-December. Her first missed period was December twenty-ninth. That was before he’d ever even met her.
And according to the notes, she was having a girl.
Curious, he glanced at Molly’s name to see if that was even her name. It was. Molly Elizabeth Ryan born on November twenty-ninth…
“Oh, my God,” he muttered, lifting his gaze to hers. “You’re”—his heart slammed into his ribs—“nineteen?”
Her eyes were wide.
“You told me you were twenty-one, Molly.”
She was in a fucking bar when they’d met, for fuck’s sake. She lived in her own goddamn apartment.
