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“We’ve recently been in touch.”
“Since you moved back?”
I nod.
“Okay, but what are you—” Her sky-blue eyes go wide as she gapes at me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she whispers.
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
She gives me a chiding look. “Yas, don’t play with me.”
I tear off another piece of bread. “It’s his baby.”
She slaps her palm to the table. “Holyfuckingshit.”
I release an unexpected burst of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, fighting back a smile.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together. I mean, it fits your due date. You came to visit us in July.” She grins, touching her cheeks. “Oh, my God. This is crazy.”
“I’d say so.”
I fill her in on everything that has happened since that night. My phone chimes in my bag as I’m telling her about the paternity email. I check the text message.
Hunter
Are you free tomorrow?
Me
Yes. What time?
I wait for a follow-up text, but it never comes. “Okay, so … Hunter just texted me, asking if I’m free tomorrow.”
“That’s good news. Right?”
“I guess so. Who the hell knows with this guy?”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She tears off a piece of bread and pops it into her mouth. “This is so good!” she says, covering her mouth.
“I know, right?” I eat another piece. “I don’t know what this will look like. Hunter is this crazy successful, super-rich guy who may not have room or time for us in his life. I don’t want my baby to be a burden or an afterthought.”
“Is he married?”
I make a face. “No. Why does everyone keep asking me that?”
“Who is everyone?”
“My dad. I finally revealed Hunter’s identity, and that’s the first thing he asked. He thinks I’m a Tina 2.0 … Well, minus the cocaine and the cheating, but you get what I’m saying.”
“Wait …” She lowers her chin. “Seriously?”
“I look like her.” I start tapping the reasons on my fingers. “I have a tattoo just like hers. She has three kids out of wedlock. I’m having a kid out of wedlock. Your dad is white. Hunter is white.” I shrug.
“That is insane.”
