A Lie for a Lie (All In) - Helena Hunting Page 0,61
braid clutched in his chubby little fist. He has Lainey’s dark hair and her nose, but that smile is all mine, and so is the little dimple popping in his right cheek.
I swallow thickly, reality finally setting in. I consider all the things I missed: her entire pregnancy, his birth, the first four months of his life. She’s been doing this all on her own.
And she’s always been close to her family—even when she was staying with me in Alaska, she called her parents at least twice a week and spent a good hour on the phone with them. So what had happened to make her come all the way here and raise a baby alone? There are so many questions that don’t have answers. Except one: this baby is definitely mine.
“Can I meet him?” I ask.
Lainey bites her lip. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now.”
“You don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to meet my four-month-old son who I didn’t know existed until now?”
“Don’t you want a paternity test or something?” Her fingers go to her lips.
“Well, I might if he didn’t look like me, and yeah, it’s probably a good idea regardless just to make it all official—and I’m pretty sure my agent will insist on it, so we’ll have to set something up—but for now I’d like to meet him.”
Lainey’s eyes are wide, and she’s practically eating her fingernails. I set the phone down and take her hands in mine. “Please, Lainey. Put yourself in my shoes—I’ve already missed out on so much.”
She exhales in a heavy rush. “Let me message Eden.” She quickly types out a text. It only takes a few moments before she gets a response. She holds up the phone. On the screen is a picture of Kody, swaddled in a blanket in a crib, a stuffed teddy bear beside him. “He’s sleeping.”
“That’s okay. I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“I’ll let her know we’re on our way.”
Lainey’s quiet on the way back to her apartment building. I don’t push conversation, even though I have questions. It’s clear she’s already overwhelmed, and I don’t want to make it worse, since it’ll only make her more anxious. When we were in Alaska together, I’d distract her with sex whenever she got nervous. Everything is different, though—she’s different—and now I know why.
I follow her into the apartment building. Thankfully we don’t have to wait long for the elevator. When we get to the eleventh floor, Lainey holds up a hand and peeks out into the hallway. She brings her finger to her lips, signaling that I should be quiet. Then she grabs me by the wrist and pulls me out of the elevator and down the hall. I don’t know why we’re trying to be all stealth like we’re pulling a heist, not going back to her apartment so I can meet my son.
Jesus. I have a son. I’m not sure when that thought alone is going to stop feeling completely surreal.
She roots around in her jacket pocket and quietly retrieves the key. She eases it into the lock and slowly, carefully turns it, grimacing as it clicks. She sucks in a sharp breath and pushes the door open, ushering me in. Her palm lands on my back, urging me forward as she closes the door.
“You wanna—” She slaps her palm over my mouth and makes a shushing motion.
I hold my hands up like I’m being held at gunpoint. After a few breaths she drops her hand and drags me away from the door.
Eden appears in the hallway. The two of them make random hand gestures I don’t understand.
“Can some—” Lainey smacks me on the chest and shushes me again, then drags me across the open living room and pushes me into the galley kitchen. There’s barely enough room for me, let alone Lainey and her friend, in the cramped space.
“Do you think it’s safe for you to leave?” Lainey asks Eden.
“That’s dicey. He already knocked on the door once, and you know he’ll probably be waiting for it to open again, since you just got in.”
“Once you leave, he’ll think the coast is clear.”
“Exactly.”
“Someone wanna fill me in on what’s going on?”
Lainey says, “Nothing,” and Eden says, “Walter.” I’m inclined to believe Eden over Lainey in this case, especially with the look she shoots at Eden.
Eden shrugs and mouths, “Sorry.”
“Is this the guy you were talking to in the lobby?”