How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,107
four in the morning.
I had to leave in an hour to drive back to the city to make an eight o’clock meeting.
Amelia needed to feed again at five.
This time I would make sure Maya was awake so she didn’t have a spill again.
I killed off that hour wandering through the apartment, thinking about work and life.
Maya shuffled out of the bedroom at five to go into Amelia’s room, and I followed.
I carried Amelia to her and got on one knee and watched Amelia and Maya together.
“Hey,” Maya whispered. “Remember the first week when she tried to latch to your nipple?”
I smiled. “That was a weird feeling. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah. Now you know what it’s like.”
“I’m not rough, am I?”
“Only when I tell you to be rough.”
“You mean only when I decide to be rough,” I said.
“Sure, Cole, whatever you say.”
I started to stand and kissed Maya’s cheek.
I kissed Amelia’s soft head and smiled.
I shut my eyes and inhaled her smell.
Amelia grabbed for my cheek and it almost brought me to tears.
I looked at Maya. “We’re going to get married, right?”
“Are you proposing?”
“It’s probably the worst kind, but what if I am?”
“I expected something bigger from you,” she said. “I’m disappointed.”
“I’ll try harder next time,” I said.
I fully stood up and Maya looked up at me. “You know I will marry you, right?”
“I know.”
“And it’ll mostly be for your money.”
“I know,” I said again. “I have to get ready to go.”
“Have a good day, Cole.”
“Love you, Maya.”
“Love you too.”
As I passed the changing table, I saw a onesie laid out.
I shook my head.
“Maya. Can you tell Bev to stop making clothes for our daughter?”
“Why?” Maya asked with a laugh.
I held up the onesie.
Mom’s Boss Didn’t Pull Out.
“I think it’s funny,” Maya said. “And it’s true.”
“Yeah, it’s something,” I said.
I looked at Maya and Amelia one last time before leaving.
I thought about them on the entire ride to the city.
I was meeting Lincoln at his apartment before we were going to meet with some software company. I stayed somewhat busy. Fatherhood came first. Making Maya come was second.
When the car stopped outside Lincoln’s building, I stepped out and smelled the city air.
I went into the building and rode the elevator to the second to last top floor.
The expensive part of the building.
As I walked down the hallway toward Lincoln’s apartment, I saw his door open.
Out stepped a woman in a t-shirt and a dress.
I froze in place.
It was obviously one of Lincoln’s t-shirts because it was big enough to go over the dress.
The dress was a deep, red color.
Her hair looked half styled.
Obviously I was witnessing a walk of shame.
When she looked at me, she stopped and smiled.
I showed my hands. “No judgement. I would run too if I woke up next to Lincoln.”
“I won’t be running too far,” she said.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
She showed me her hands.
Then she pointed to her left hand.
A big, fat diamond ring was on her ring finger.
“Lincoln and I got engaged at his brother’s wedding.”
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Lincoln
I regretted not scouting things first.
I knew some of the names of the bridesmaids. And I knew some faces.
But when it came to Levi’s life and my life mixing together, the only thing we had in common was we had the same parents.
Meaning I didn’t know much about Karen’s life - nor did I really give a shit either.
In this case, however, I mentally slapped myself.
The ride to the wedding venue was lonely.
I had a big backseat all to myself.
The more I looked at the other side of the seat empty, the more I realized I messed this whole thing up.
I was the best man.
I had taken on everything from Levi’s side, but I never extended myself across the aisle.
I could have met the bridesmaids. I could have planted those early seeds.
I knew damn well at least one or two of them were secretly jealous that Karen was getting married. And, hey, Levi was a good looking guy.