Page 2 of Bolo's Curveball
Frowning, I shrugged. “Don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.” Pregnant women weren’t exactly something I knew much about. Kilo’s old lady, Camila, was pregnant, but she was pretty much the only one I knew. And I didn’t ask her questions. I figured the easiest way not to piss a pregnant woman off was to never ask questions.
She went back to her desk and sat at the chair, dropping her head into her hands. “We used a condom…didn’t we?”
Walking over, I dropped into the chair across from her. “Fuck if I remember,” I admitted. “Should have. I’m usually responsible about that kind of thing.”
She raised her head and glared at me. “I don’t really want to hear about all the times you used condoms with other women.”
“That wasn’t what I meant-” I broke off because it did come off that way. “We were drunk,” I said instead.
She sat back in the chair, blowing out a breath. “Yeah.”
“Doesn’t matter whether we did or didn’t, we’re here now. So please, tell me, how are you? How’s…the baby?”
She shrugged. “I’m pretty sure I’m like…nine weeks. Something like that, based off when we… And my last period. I’ve been so busy I didn’t even realize I was late.” She swallowed back the rest of the words. “My primary care doc did the blood test to confirm, but the OBGYN office I called is backed up. I have an appointment with them in a few weeks.”
“No shit?” I frowned. “That seems weird. I thought they saw you right away. Like that they’d make it a priority to get you in.”
“You’d think, but apparently not,” she said in a wry tone.
A knock sounded on the door and before Devyn had the chance to say anything a guy opened it. He froze when he saw me, then blinked twice and looked over at Devyn. “Dutch is making meatball subs for lunch. You want?”
“No thanks, Aiden,” she told him.
“Your loss. He makes the best subs out there.” Aiden’s gaze slid back my way. “Your…friend…want one?”
“Sure-”
“No, thank you,” she said, interrupting me. “He was just leaving.”
Damn, meatball subs sound good right about now. After this convo, I could demolish two or three easily.
Aiden was still standing there in the doorway, staring.
“You can shut the door on the way out,” she prompted.
“Right. Sorry.” Aiden gave her a sheepish smile then backed out of the office.
“A sub sounded good,” I told her.
She gave me a look of disbelief. “You’re not here for lunch, Bolo. In fact, whyareyou here?”
It was my turn to look at her like she was nuts. “You already forgot?”
She rolled her eyes. “Look…” She took a deep breath, then let it out. “I don’t expect anything from you.”
“What doesthatmean?”
“Just because…I told you…it doesn’t mean I need anything.”
I folded my arms over my chest again, fighting back angry words. She was scared. It was written all over her face. She probably thought I was coming here to tell her I wasn’t going to do shit for her, or the baby. It wasn’t like she knew me well enough to know how I’d react. So she was giving me an out before I said anything that would hurt her too badly. It was a defense mechanism.
“I know we didn’t have a lot of time to get to know one another,” I told her, “but I’d like to change that.”
Her gaze met mine and held. Hope was starting to edge out the fear in her expression. “You would?”
I nodded. “I only gave you space before because you asked for it.” I shot her a smirk. “Trust me, that wasn’t easy to do. I like you, Devyn. I think if you gave me a chance you’d like me too. But either way, I’m going to be here for you. For our kid. Like it or not you’re stuck with me.”
She reached out and grabbed the pen off the desk, fidgeting with it. Her fingers were trembling. “W-what exactly does that mean?”
