“Ah, that explains why when I got home, you seemed fine.”
Zoey shrugged. “A girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.” She went upstairs.
“And to think we’ll have another daughter,” I sighed, glancing at Wes.
“She’ll probably have the same attitude,” he said.
“Maybe worse.”
“God, don’t say that, Sam.”
I laughed. “Our lives are about to totally change.”
“But in the best way possible.” He leaned in and kissed me.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Weston
I hadn’t spoken to my grandmother much since the day she showed up at the brownstone. She’d pop in here and there, and her attitude was always a bitter one. But I did have to tell her about the baby and our engagement, eventually.
I was sitting behind my desk when my office door opened, and my grandmother walked in.
“Grandmother,” I said.
“I’ve heard rumors, Weston.” She shut the door and sat down.
“Rumors?”
Her eyes drifted to the framed ultrasound picture I had on my desk.
“So it is true. You and that woman are having a baby.”
“Her name is Samantha.” My jaw clenched.
The door opened, and Kylie stood in the doorway.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in a meeting. I’ll come back.”
“No. You stay. Sit down.” I pointed to the other chair next to my grandmother.
She slowly stepped inside, fear written all over her face.
“Meet your great-granddaughter.” I picked up the frame and tried to hand it to her, but she declined.
“Okay, then,” I sighed, setting the frame back on the desk.
“I couldn’t be more disappointed in you,” she said.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” I leaned back in my chair.
“First, you pick up trash off the street, move her and her unruly daughter into your home, and now you’re having a child with her?”
Anger rose inside me when she called Sam trash.
“She’s a goddamn high school teacher!” she shouted.
“She’s an English Literature teacher.”
