“Your kid, sure,” she hissed. “But I don’t want you here right now. Next time you come back, you come back without the ball and chain.” She looked at a blonde woman leaning against the hallway wall behind them, about ten feet back. “I can’t believe you’d bring another woman to the birth of our son. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that she’s my new girlfriend, and she deserves to be there,” the man countered.
I snorted, though luckily not loud enough to draw their attention.
“We literally just broke up like two days ago, Joey.” she crossed her arms over her chest. “This is grossly inappropriate.”
The man threw his hands up. “You broke up with me! What did you want me to do? Wait around?”
“You didn’t just meet her, and you know it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have her coming to the hospital with you. No sane woman would meet a man two days ago and think, ‘yeah, I should definitely go to the birth of his son.’”
She had a very valid point.
I would’ve never done that.
Though, I probably would’ve fought tooth and nail to keep the woman I was staring at.
She was a fucking beauty.
Standing at about five-foot-five, she had curly brown hair that was piled high on top of her head, flashing amber eyes that reminded me of those fake eyes you see in those fake social media filters, and tan skin that spoke of a love of being outdoors.
For just having a kid, she didn’t look like it at all—unless you counted the perfect set of ample tits that shone through her long, fluffy robe.
The guy was a goddamn idiot for leaving the knockout blocking the way to her room.
The blonde leaning against the wall held nothing on the angry new mom.
“This is all a moot point because I’m here, and I want to see my son.” The man scowled.
“Come back tomorrow to pick us up,” the mother deflated. “And make sure that you don’t have her with you, or I won’t be getting in our car.”
“Your dad and brothers won’t be here?” he asked.
“They have to go home,” she snarled. “You know that.”
I wish she’d explain why her dad and brothers weren’t able to take her.
Hell, I didn’t even know her and I wanted to volunteer to take her home.
“Oh, their beloved hotshot business can’t handle not having them for just one more day?” the man asked facetiously.
The new mom flipped him off. “Go fuck yourself, Joey.”
Joey watched as the woman walked back into the room, and the blonde from the wall came up and said, “She’s such a bitch.”
“You have no idea.”
Hours later, I was still thinking about that encounter, wondering what the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t let the brown-haired woman go.
But there was just something about her that drew me in.
I…
A knock sounded on my apartment door, and I knew without getting up who it would be.
I answered it anyway.
When I swung the door open, I used my body to block the gap and stared at the woman that’d once been a friend, that was now only a burden.
