Chapter Twenty-seven
Sam
Maybe I’m dreaming.
Or having a nightmare. Yeah, that’s more like it. Because there’s no way I’m running on only a few hours of sleep, need to be at work soon, and my ex-girlfriend is standing right in front of me with her hand on her stomach, saying we need to talk.
“Talk about what?” I ask, though I already know. But it can’t be. It’s not possible. Except it is.
“I’m pregnant,” she says, and the ground goes out from beneath my feet.
I blink. Once. Twice. My heart hammers in my chest and I’m suddenly feeling like I’m going to throw up. “Is it mine?” I ask, words coming out on their own accord. I don’t want to be an asshole, but we weren’t exactly exclusive. The last time we had sex was nearly three months ago, and it was the first time in over half a year.
“The timeline matches up,” she says and makes a move to come inside. I’m in such shock I’ve just been standing here, rooted to the ground. I blink one more time, hoping the next time I open my eyes, I’m in bed…next to Chloe…where I’m meant to be. “We hooked up in July.”
“June,” I automatically correct and then shake my head. “Sorry.” I step aside and let Stacey in, closing the door behind her. An instant headache starts to come on, one I know won’t go away until all of this is over.
And it might very well never end.
“Do you want coffee?” Stacey goes into the kitchen, opening the cabinet that holds my coffee mugs. It bothers me that she knows me, that she knows her way around the apartment, yet it makes sense she does. We on-and-off dated for years. “You look tired.”
“I am tired.”
“Long night at work?”
“No.” My feet move, body going on autopilot, taking me to the island counter in the kitchen. My coffee pot is already full, thanks to the automatic timer. Normally, it’s a welcome smell in the morning, but right now it’s making my stomach churn. “I had the weekend off.”
“Long night then…what?” Stacey looks around, eyes wide. “Do you have someone over?” she whispers. “I’m so sorry if you do. I didn’t want to drop over unannounced, I just…I’ve been trying to call.”
Shit. She has. And I’ve been declining her calls.
“No, I don’t have anyone over.”
Stacey smiles and takes two mugs from the cabinet. “Good.”
I rest my hands on the cool counter, needing proof this isn’t a nightmare. This is actually happening. “I don’t have decaf, and you shouldn’t be drinking coffee, right?” I ask when she fills up the second mug with coffee.
“A little doesn’t hurt.” She hands me my mug. “And look at you, being all protective of the baby already.”
I set the coffee down, certain I’m going to throw up now. The baby.
My baby.
Maybe?
I’m still not convinced, and if that makes me a jerk, then so be it. But it’s been three months…which I guess isn’t really that long.
“Where do you want to go from here? How can I help?” I ask as the room spins around me.
“I’m going through with the pregnancy, obviously, and I’d like you to be involved.” She comes around the counter and takes my hand, placing it on her stomach. “Just like before.” She pushes my hand down, moving it between her legs. I jerk my arm back.
“Stacey,” I start, closing my eyes. I bring one hand to my forehead again, pinching the bridge of my nose. “If the kid is mine, you know I’ll help however I can. I’ll be there. But us? I’m sorry…we’re over.”
“But I’m pregnant.”
I just nod, not sure what to say. We have history between us, but nothing was ever serious. There was never a point in our relationship where we talked about the future. The most we ever planned ahead was where we’d want to go on my next week off, and even then, a lot of our trips were spur of the moment and not very well planned. We casually dated on and off for years because it was easy, not because we couldn’t deny our feelings for each other.
Each hookup was met with a sense of familiarity, not comfort. And each breakup left me feeling some relief. There was no regret, no longing or heartbreak. Our relationship was one of convenience, and I was always upfront about it.
Stacey never came home with me for holidays.
I never met her family.
Our relationship status on social media never changed from single to in a relationship.
And now she’s pregnant with my child. Maybe.
“How have you been feeling?” I swallow hard. Pressing my fingers into my flesh before opening my eyes again.
“The morning sickness is ramping up,” she says with a grimace.
“You’re what…twelve weeks along? Thirteen?” I’m too shocked to compute the actual due date, and I can’t pinpoint the night she came over, but all it will take is a quick look at my call log to see. It was early in June. The fifth maybe? Sixth? “Hopefully it’ll fade soon.”
Stacey takes a drink of coffee. “Hopefully. It’s making it hard to work.”
“Your OB didn’t prescribe you anything to help with it?”
She shakes her head. “I haven’t seen her yet.”
“Really?” I plow my hand through my hair. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go with you to the first appointment, if you want.”
“No,” she says quickly. “You don’t have to.”
“If this baby is mine—”
“It is.”
“Then I do want to be involved. I’ll go with you if I can.”
She smiles and puts her coffee down. “I can go to the first appointment by myself. It’s just blood work and probably that Pap smear I’m overdue for.”
I nod, again at a loss for words. “Well, if you, uh, need anything…”
“I’ll let you know.” She throws her arms around me, crushing her breasts against my chest. It feels wrong. “I know this wasn’t planned, Sam, but I can’t help but feel like it was meant to be. Maybe we shouldn’t have broken up so many times.”
“No,” I say, more harshly than I mean.
She breaks away. “No?”
“Stacey…” I shake my head and let out a deep sigh. “I thought we settled things the last time we saw each other.”
“Yeah, but now I’m knocked up.”
“That doesn’t change how I feel about you, and being together just because we’re having a child won’t make a good or healthy relationship,” I say slowly. This is uncharted territory for me. I have no fucking clue what to say or do. Stacey having my child doesn’t change how I feel about her. If she was a random hookup—which I’ve had plenty of before—and she showed up saying she was carrying my child, I wouldn’t drop everything and fall to one knee. I will take care of my child no questions asked, but I don’t love Stacey.
I have and always will love Chloe.
And—fuck—I’m going to have to tell her, and the thought actually causes vomit to rise in my throat. I close my eyes again and swallow hard, still not wanting to accept this as the truth.
“I need to get to work,” Stacey says, slowly backing away. “I only stopped by because I was on my way. I didn’t want to bug you so early, but you weren’t answering my calls.” She playfully pokes me in the ribs. “And I didn’t want to leave this in a message.”
“Yeah, I, uh, appreciate that.” And I’m fucking grateful she didn’t show up yesterday when Chloe was here. Though at least then she’d know, and I wouldn’t have to go through the pain of telling her myself. “I don’t know what to do,” I confess.
“I don’t either.” Stacey takes my hand again and inches closer. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
“Yeah. Let me, uh, know when you get that OB appointment.”
She presses her lips together in a smile. “I will.” She picks up my mug of coffee and takes a big drink, and then hurries to the door. “I’ll call later, and answer this time, okay?”
“Okay.”
I open the door for her, and close it the second she’s out, wishing I could close everything out of my life. This isn’t happening. It can’t be. Not when Chloe and I are finally together.
I’ve been so careful before, always using a condom in fear of getting someone pregnant. Whenever I thought about the future and tried to envision a family, I always saw Chloe as the mother of my children.
Locking the door, I turn and go into the living room, sinking down on the couch. I sit there, unmoving, and then force myself up. I have enough time to take a power nap before work, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to fall asleep.
Instead, I go into my bedroom and take my phone off the charger. My heart starts to hammer in my ears, and I squeeze my eyes closed, doing little to drown it out. Sinking onto the foot of my bed, I call the one person I trust enough to confide in—who’s also been through the shock of an unplanned pregnancy.
“Hello?” Archer answers, sounding like he just woke up. And fuck, it’s early. I didn’t realize how early until just now. “Did you butt dial me?”
“Hey,” I reply. “And no. Did I wake you up?”
“No,” Archer says. “It’s my turn to get up with the twins. They’re your goddaughters. You should come deal with them every once in a while, you know.”
“I might need the practice.”
“Yeah, you—what?” he asks and a baby—either Eliza or Adeline—fusses in the background.
“Yeah.”
“The fuck?” Archer repeats. “You’re serious?”
“Yep. I think…I mean…she says it’s mine.”
“Back up.” Rustling comes through the phone as Archer picks up one of his youngest.
“Stacey,” I start, knowing that Archer is aware who I’m talking about, though he’s never met her. Rory has never been a fan of Stacey, and I know Rory and Quinn, Archer’s wife, are close. Quinn is aware of all of Rory’s thoughts on Stacey, which means Archer is too. “She showed up this morning saying she’s pregnant and I don’t know what to fucking do.”
“Shhh…it’s okay, sweetie,” Archer whispers to his daughter, and the fussing baby quiets. “Do you think it’s yours?”
“It could be.” I look out the window at the busy Chicago streets below. “We hooked up in early June.”
“She’d be right at the end of her first trimester,” Archer says, able to do math in his head much faster than me since he’s not suffering from shock. “And she just found out?”
“She tried calling me not that long ago and I declined her calls. I thought she wanted to get back together,” I admit.
“And you don’t because you’re with Chloe Fisher. Yeah, I know all about that.”
“Fucking Rory,” I huff.
Archer chuckles softly. “Quinn is a huge fan, by the way. And I’m a fan of her being a fan. Those books get her in the moo—never mind. Fuck.”
The feeling of throwing up comes back strong. “What did you do when Quinn told you she was pregnant?” I rub my forehead again, doing little to ease my headache.
“I internally panicked but was happy.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. I’d been in love with her for years and now she had a reason to talk to me. Which sounds fucked up and makes me sound creepy, I know, but it made the both of us give being together a shot, and well, it’s worked out in our favor, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah.” I don’t want to settle down with Stacey. I never did. If it was Chloe telling me she was pregnant after our first few times together when we were too swept up in passion to remember using a condom…I’d feel the same as Archer.
It wouldn’t be ideal timing, but it wouldn’t feel like this, because Chloe is my end game. She always was, even when I was too scared to admit it to myself. Back when I insisted she was like a sister to me because it was easier than coming face to face with my feelings…which I should have fucking done or else I wouldn’t be in this mess.
“You don’t love Stacey,” Archer says, filling in the silence.
“No, I never have. Chloe,” I start and can’t finish.
“I know.” A few seconds of silence tick by before Archer talks again. “You need to tell her. Sooner rather than later. You and Stacey hooked up before you and Chloe got together, right?”
“Yes. This happened in early June. I hadn’t even seen Chloe in years until a few weeks ago. She’s going to fucking hate me for it.”
“It’s a bump in the road, that’s for sure, but she can’t get mad at you for it. If she had a kid, would it change how you feel about her?”
My mind goes right to Charles Baldwin, the popular actor and star of the Shadowfall TV series. He and Chloe have dated on and off for the last few years, much like how Stacey and I did. If she came back into town with a baby in tow—Charles’s baby—it wouldn’t have changed a damn thing. I’d still be as hopelessly in love with her as I was all those years ago.
“Not at all.”
“Then I think there’s a good chance she’ll feel the same.”
I’m all jittery inside, a feeling I haven’t experienced since my first day of med school. I’m calm and collected, able to compartmentalize and deal with things rationally. Things that make a good doctor, and things that are necessary when you’re in the operating room dealing with traumatic injuries.
When it comes to Chloe…all that goes out the window.
“You don’t think she’ll see it as baggage?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. That’s not really fair, though, is it? Lots of single parents date and go on to get married again.”
“True,” I say.
“This vulnerable side of you is almost unnerving, yet I kind of like it.”
“You’re a married man, Jones. I know you miss seeing this hot piece of ass every morning, but I will not be the homewrecker you want me to be.”
“I did literally see that ass,” he says dryly. “Quinn did too.”
“It’s okay if she liked it. I will do a threesome, but not with you.”
“Best not to ruin the friendship.”
I let out a snort of laughter, feeling the knot in my chest loosen temporarily. “I don’t want to tell you to keep anything from your wife, but don’t tell Quinn. She’ll tell Rory, who’ll tell our mother, who will freak the fuck out.”
“I won’t say anything.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Sam,” Archer says, tone shifting. “Breathe. You have time to figure things out. Is Chloe in Chicago with you? Rory also told us she was there visiting you.”
“No, she had to go back to LA for work. She might be able to fly back out after a meeting.”
“You have to tell her next time you see her.”
“I know, though a text full of emojis makes things seem much less serious.”
“Hah, right?”
A baby starts to cry, which wakes up the other twin, and only a second later, another kid comes into the room calling for Daddy. Archer says he’ll check in later, and I end the call feeling pretty much the same.
Like I fucked everything up all over again.
Chapter Twenty-eightChloe“Damn, three thousand words already,” I say out loud to no one. Maybe I should get a cat so talking out loud to myself isn’t quite as weird as it is. I double-check that my document saved, close my laptop, and stretch my arms over my head. I’m sitting on my back patio under the shade of an oversized umbrella.It’s the afternoon, and I spent the last few hours catching up on my social media accounts and writing. I just finished a chapter in record time and now I’m going to treat myself to day-drinking in my pool.Going inside, I change into an emerald-green bikini and slather myself with sunscreen. As a natural redhead, I burn easily. I’ve yet to hear from Sam, meaning he must be having a really busy day at work again. My plan is to send him some sexy photos of myself in the pool, pushing my personal boundaries of what I consider risqué.There’s a privacy fence around my little yard, and the two houses next to me are a little lower on the hill. I don’t think
Chapter Twenty-nineSamI set the bag of takeout on my counter and sink down on a barstool. I felt like such a fraud talking to Chloe, smiling, telling her I miss her, acting like everything is fucking peachy. It’s far from it, and I don’t think I’ve quite processed everything yet.I don’t want to, but I know I have no choice.Sighing, I take my food from the bag and stare down at the fried rice and orange chicken. Normally after work, I’d get something healthier than this after swinging by the gym for a quick workout. I’ve strayed from my workout since Chloe has been here, not that I mind at all. My eyes fall shut for a minute, trying to drown out the voices in my head telling me how much I’ve screwed up—again.Yawning, I lean back and roll my neck. My shoulders have been tense and stiff since this morning. Letting out a breath, I eat half my dinner and go into my bedroom, stripping out of my clothes to take a shower, mind on Chloe. I want to talk to her. I want to see her and be wit
Chapter ThirtyChloeMy head hits the pillow as my breath leaves in a huff. I called Sam only fifteen minutes ago and I’ve already come twice. I’ve never had phone sex, let alone FaceTime sex, but nothing was awkward with Sam, and watching him wrap his fingers around his thick cock as I touched my clit was so fucking hot.“I’m tired now,” I pant.“Me too,” he says with a sigh. “And it’s past my bedtime.”“Right.” I turn on my side, pussy still spasming from coming so hard. My vibrator is under the covers with me, and it was the first time I’ve ever let someone watch me use a toy on myself—even if it was via FaceTime. “You’re two hours ahead of me. I should get some sleep too since I have a meeting in the morning.”“Should I call and make sure you’re up?” he teases.“I might actually need the reminder,” I say with a laugh.“I’ll text you when I’m up, and I’ll call at eight your time if I can.”“Mmmhhh,” I groan as I get comfy under my covers. “I miss you.”“I miss you too, Chloe. And…a
Chapter Thirty-oneSamI drum my fingers against the arm of the chair, anxiously waiting for the next group of passengers to emerge from the escalator. Chloe’s flight got delayed, so instead of landing at seven PM, it’s now after eleven. If I wasn’t so damn excited to see her, I’d be tired, yet the thought of holding her in my arms again sends a jolt of electricity through my veins.But there’s a little bit of dread mixed in there too.I haven’t spoken to Stacey since she dropped the bomb on me, and part of me wants to ignore it and pretend it never happened. I’m a logical person, though, and it’s not like me at all to hope getting something out of sight will also get it out of mind. I have to tell Chloe and hope it’s not a dealbreaker for her.I remind myself what Archer and I discussed: I didn’t do anything wrong, not really. Stacey and I hooked up way before I even saw Chloe again. Our relationship was clear-cut the whole time, and we both slept together knowing it was nothing more
Chapter Thirty-twoChloe“Are you hungry?” Sam fishes the keys to his apartment from his pocket.“Starving,” I say as he unlocks the door and pushes it open wide, motioning for me to step in first.“Good, because I might have made dinner. Well, not dinner, but something to eat.”Smiling, I turn and am struck all over again by just how handsome Sam is. Thick brown hair, striking blue eyes, a sharp stubble-covered jaw, and full lips. He’s exactly the type of man I’d write about…or maybe the men I write about look the way they do because of Sam.He’s so much more than his good looks, though. He’s smart and kind and—most importantly—he’s mine.“You cooked for me?”“Cooked is relative.” He chuckles and wheels my suitcase into the foyer, and then closes and locks the door behind us. The apartment is dark, and light from the city below illuminates the corner windows. “So if it’s terrible, don’t hold it against me.”“As much as my dad likes to joke that I’m all prissy, I promise I’m not a pic
Chapter Thirty-threeSamI fasten my fingers around Chloe’s and steal one more glimpse at her as we walk down the busy sidewalk. She takes my breath away every damn time I look at her. My heart jumps in my chest, and when I blink, I get a flash of her naked in my bed, making me want to rush through dinner just so we can get back to my place and fuck again. It’s more than just feeling good. It’s about forgetting everything else and focusing solely on Chloe.As it should be.As I want it to be.“How late are we?” Chloe asks as we step through the door to the restaurant.I look at my watch. “Twelve minutes.”“That’s not too bad.”“I’m never late,” I tell her. “I like to get places a little early, though burying my cock inside of you is as good a reason as ever to run late for anything.”“Sam!” she whisper-yells. “Someone might hear you.”“I don’t care.”Her cheeks redden as she smiles, eyes glinting with the same lust I’m feeling.“Is this dress too much?” She looks down at her breasts,
Chapter Thirty-fourChloe“Tell me what?” I ask, arms around Sam’s waist. The air is cool and he’s nice and warm up against me. I’m a little tipsy, and I’m having a fabulous time tonight.“That I love you,” he rushes out.I laugh. “You told me already.”“I wanted to tell you again.” He pulls me to him, but not before I see the what the fuck look on Archer’s face. “Dinner was nice.”“Yeah. It was. That red wine was really good.” I take Sam’s hand, ignoring the scratchy feeling in my throat. I do not have time for a cold right now.“I’ll find out what it was and will pick up a bottle for you.” Sam puts his arms around me and kisses my forehead. We’re stopped at a street corner, and I rest my head against Sam’s chest, looking out at the city.“Did you come here while writing the series?” Quinn asks, stopping next to Archer. “Kellie and Marcus come to Chicago a lot.”“They do, and I’ve been here for book signings a few times and got to sightsee a bit.”“Ohh, I remember you were here a few
Chapter Thirty-fiveSamChloe: You’re never going to believe thisMy heart actually skips a beat, thinking she found out about the baby. I have to tell her when I get home. There’s no getting around it this time.Me: What am I never going to believe?Chloe: I told my dad we’re coming back to Silver Ridge and he and Wendy are out of town again. He really wants to have dinner with us and lecture you about taking care of his daughter.Me: I’d expect nothing less from him.Chloe: He’ll go easy on you, don’t worry ;-) I already told him we’re both able to travel back and forth to see each other so we can make things work.And now I’m back to feeling like a fuck-up. Because I can’t travel, and it’s more than just that. I’ll be co-parenting with someone I don’t love, and when Chloe does come to see me, there’s a good chance Stacey will be around—for the first few months at least.No matter how much I love Chloe, how much I want her and only her, I know this is going to change the course of o
EpilogueChloe“Relax,” I tell Sam, trying not to laugh.“I thought they said riding a horse was like riding a bike. Once you learn how to do it, it just comes back to you.”Now I do laugh. I circle Spartan around, clicking my tongue at Drake, an eighteen-year-old horse we recently adopted so Sam can go trail riding with me. Drake is the perfect “husband horse” and has much more whoa than go, and right now is doing everything he can to pull the reins from Sam’s hands so he can graze.“Pull him up,” I tell Sam. “And ask him forward. He’s testing you.”“Come on, buddy,” Sam urges and asks the horse to walk forward. Spartan, who’s ready to race along the dirty trail, speed-walks up ahead, acting as good motivation for Drake to follow us. It’s a rare sixty-five-degree day in early March, and we’re taking advantage of the nice weather while we can.I leave for a month-long tour in Europe in just a few days, and instead of just doing book signings, Charles and are attending panels to talk a
Chapter Forty-nineSamFour months later…I stomp snow off my shoes and enter my apartment building, chilled right down to the bone just from the short walk from my car to the building. It’s been a long day, and work and the snow and cold makes me even more eager to get inside my warm apartment.“Good evening, Dr. Harris,” one of the attendants says.“Good evening. Staying warm?” I pull my gloves off and stuff them in my pocket.“I’m trying,” he replies with a chuckle, pushing the door closed behind me, wanting to seal off the cold air as fast as possible. I quickly grab my mail and then head up, squeezing in the elevator with a few other people.I’m the last to get off and hurry down the hall to my apartment, unlocking the door with haste.“Hey, babe,” I say and step inside, shutting the door behind me. “What are you doing in the dark?”Chloe turns away from the living room window, mug of steaming coffee in her hand. She’s illuminated by the light coming in behind her, so beautiful i
Chapter Forty-eightChloeTurning away from the coffee pot that I was plugging in, I look to see who’s at the door. I don’t remember having any deliveries scheduled for today, but I have a bad habit of buying stuff off of Instagram ads and then forgetting about it. Only delivery drivers and a select few friends know the code to my gate, though that doesn’t mean someone couldn’t have hopped the fence.“Can I help you?” Charles asks right as it hits me that someone could have seen Charles come over and is trying to get a candid photo of him. Which now makes me feel bad for asking him to answer the door, but dammit, I need coffee. I fell asleep early—before I could drink more wine—but I can tell a headache is coming on fast.Eric got up nearly an hour ago and has been out jogging since. Charles and I dragged out butts out of our rooms not all that long ago, both grumbling about being too old to drink like we used to.Unable to see who’s at the door, I sidestep, and Sam’s clear blue eyes
Chapter Forty-sevenSamLooking around the airport, I take a drink of my coffee, waiting for the caffeine rush to kick in. I need it. It’s going to be a long night. There were no direct overnight flights to LA from Chicago tonight, so I’m landing in Texas, changing planes, and will get to LA early in the morning. It’s the fastest way I can get to Chloe, and I cannot fucking wait to pull her into my arms and tell her the good news.I feel a little bad that I didn’t call Chloe when I was leaving the hospital, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this from her, and I know how much she’ll enjoy the surprise. I was able to get the next two days off and then work an overnight shift on the third. As long as I’m able to sleep on the plane, I’ll be fine.I take another drink of coffee and lean back in the uncomfortable chair, fighting off the urge to fall asleep. I’ll close my eyes as soon as I’m on the plane, but I don’t want to take the risk of missing my flight if I fall asleep now.My pho
Chapter Forty-sixChloeI turn on my electric fireplace and grab two wine glasses, joining Charles on the couch. We’re back at my place, and I feel a little better after talking over lunch.“Red or white?” Charles asks, motioning to the wine bottles on the coffee table.“You pick. As long as it gets me tipsy to numb the pain, I’m good.” I grab a blanket and spread it over both our laps. The plan is to drink wine, order junk food later, and just hang out. Charles leaves soon to go overseas to work on a movie, and who knows where I’ll be.“The red then.” He gives me a look and opens the bottle of Merlot, pouring us both a generous amount. “I thought you were feeling better?”“I was.” I take a sip of wine and lean back. “I’m trying to shake the feeling that things aren’t meant to be and I’m struggling.”“Just because something isn’t perfect doesn’t mean it’s not meant to be,” he counters.“I know.” I nod and take another drink of wine, this time setting my glass down so I’m not tempted t
Chapter Forty-fiveSamI grab my phone from my locker and check for missed calls or texts. Chloe called me while I was in surgery, and I immediately call her back. The service in the locker room is shitty, and the call drops before her phone even rings. Quickly changing, I stuff my phone in my pocket, grab my keys and wallet, and head out to get something to eat.I’m on-call and need to stay nearby, but don’t have to stay on the hospital campus. I could go home, though I’ve gotten stuck in traffic, made it into the lobby of my apartment building and then got called back. Sitting through hours of surgery with nothing but granola bars in my stomach isn’t fun, so I pull out my phone to order food as I walk to the car.It rings only seconds after I step into the parking garage. It’s Stacey.“Hello?” I answer.“Hey,” she replies. “Are you busy?”“Not at the moment. I’m on-call and was going to get something to eat.”“Oh, good. I was just saying how hungry I was and I’m near your hospital.
Chapter Forty-fourChloeI drop my bags in the kitchen and walk through my large, empty house, going upstairs to my bedroom. I’m always a little freaked out to come home to an empty house after I’ve been away from a while. I have a top-of-the-line security system, so logically, I know no one could be in the house without setting off the alarm. I can go through the activity log from the last few days too and make sure no doors or windows have been opened, giving myself peace of mind.Though right now, I could use the distraction. I had a lot of time to think on the plane, and I came to the conclusion that while this sucks, I’m being dramatic. Single parents date with no issues. But starting a long-distance relationship while taking care of a newborn is a lot, and I can’t expect Sam, who already works long hours at a highly stressful job, to be able to fly to California for a quick weekend to romp around the set of a TV show with me.And there’s no way he can come visit me in Europe.I
Chapter Forty-threeSam“What?” Chloe asks, and the smile on her face fades away.“My ex says she’s pregnant.” I swallow the vomit rising in my throat. Time slows, and I watch Chloe, heart racing as I wait for her to reply.She pulls her hands from mine. “That is…that is definitely not what I thought you were going to—what?” She shakes her head.“Stacey…my, uh, ex, told me she’s pregnant and I’m the father.” Chloe, clearly stunned, steps back a few paces, dangerously close to the shallow shoreline. She brings a hand to her face and rubs her temples. Seconds tick by, and they feel like years. Say something, Chloe. Please. Anything.Finally, she opens her mouth only to close it again. “Your ex-girlfriend?”“Yeah,” I say, and a weight comes off my shoulders, though judging by the look on Chloe’s face, a heavy weight just landed on hers. “I know it’s a shock. It was for me too.”Chloe closes her eyes, rubbing her forehead. “What?” she repeats. “I…I thought…I thought you were…you’re
Chapter Forty-twoChloe “I have good and bad news.” I set my phone on the patio table and sit back down, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “Yeah?” Sam settles back into his chair, looking a little uneasy. He keeps flicking his gaze to Mason, who’s giving him a weird, unreadable look back. They’re having some sort of unspoken conversation, something only the two of them can understand. I used to wish I had a sibling solely based on how close all the Harris kids were. They fought like cats and dogs at times, but at the end of the day, they were a family and loved each other. I’ve always considered myself lucky to be part of it, even though I wanted to be part of it in a different way—the way I am now. “My agent was able to negotiate a much better contract with the network. She thinks I’ll like this one a lot more.” “And the bad news?” Mason asks. “The head honchos at the network want to meet with me Tuesday morning, so I’ll have to get