“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. There’s something I need to tell you.” I hang up before he can respond.
Hitting the gas, I speed toward his apartment.
Rory clears her throat. “Are we going to Sean’s place? Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“I need to tell him I’m pregnant. Want to come with me if I promise not to get arrested?” Her eyes widen. “I swear I won’t choose violence today.”
She wrings her hands. “Maybe you should take some time to process everything.”
“Nope. I don’t need to process a damn thing.” When I pull up to his apartment, I park next to his car. My stomach roils, and I have to take a few deep breaths so I don’t hurl.
I’m saving it up. Because if I vomit, I definitely want to aim for Sean.
“This shouldn’t take long,” I tell Rory. “I’ll leave the car running for you.”
In case I need a getaway vehicle.
Sean opens the door before I knock. His dirty blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. I don’t say anything, just push past him. “Are you cheating on me?”
His eyes widen. “No. I’m not. I swear. It’s just… I’ve been talking to Giselle, and I can’t get over what she and I had. That’s not fair to you.”
“To be clear, though, youareplanning to fuck her, right?”
His sheepish expression is all I need to see. “Baylee, I’m sorry. You’re a great person, and?—”
“Shut up. Your words carry no weight. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve been lying to me this entire time.” I glance around at his apartment. “I want my stuff. Last time I was here, I left my Bill Miller iced tea container and my Lone Star State Broncos sweatshirt.”
Technically, it’s Maverick’s sweatshirt, but I have no plans to return it to him, so it’s mine now.
God, how did I do this again? How did I fall for another emotionally unavailable man?
Sean gives me a sad look and ducks into his bedroom. I spot my drink container in his kitchen and grab it. He returns with the sweatshirt, which I swipe out of his hand.
“Before I go, I just want to make a suggestion.”
His brows lift. “A suggestion?”
“Yeah. Before you reconvene fucking your ex, you might want to get some better condoms first.”
“Um. Okay,” he says slowly. “Why’s that?”
“Because the ones you use aren’t effective. I’m pregnant. And guess what? You’re the father. Congrats. I’ll be sending you apaternity test come December so you can be extra confident it’s yours. Merry Christmas.”
I start for the door, but he grabs my arm. “Seriously?” He glances down at my stomach and then back up before he smiles. “You’re pregnant?”
I’m honestly surprised he looks happy about this, which annoys me that much more. “Do you think I’d joke about something like this?”
He shakes his head with a laugh. “Can I touch your stomach?”
Fuck, no. “Did you catch the part where you broke up with meon the phone? That means we’re no longer dating, and if you touch me, I’ll break your hand.”
Or at least, I’ll try to.
“Baylee. Jesus. This changes everything. I think I need a little time to sort things out. I’ve just had some intense feelings for my ex. Maybe if I stop talking to Giselle?—”
I laugh coldly. “Have you ever heard the saying that you can’t put toothpaste back in the tube? Nothing you do will change what you told me ten minutes ago.”
