Page 85 of Her Filthy Grump

He takes a drink of his draft beer and sets the glass back down. The white foam slides back down the inside of the mug. “I’m happy for you.”

I cross my arms and lean against the cushions. “Did you know Dad and Margaret were an item?”

“Yeah.” He flushes a deep red. “I caught them a couple of years ago.”

“Caught the–” The word lodges in my throat. I raise my hand. “No, don’t explain. I catch your meaning.”

“No, dude.” He shakes his head. “You made me remember it. They were–”

“No. No. No.” I slap my hands over my ears. “Stop.”

He laughs and smacks the table until tears leak out of the corners of his eyes. Finally, I put my hands down.

“They were naked in the living room with Margaret riding him like a pony on his recliner.”

“Fuck you.” I flip him off as the vision of my dad and Ms. Connelly’s bodies rocking back and forth on the recliner invade my happy place.

Dominic’s gaze drifts behind me, and he sobers. “Shi-i-i-it.”

I twist in my seat.Tabitha.My mouth dries as my eyes take everything in from her red painted lips to her hands, resting on her swelling belly. Either she’s pregnant, or she ate too many tacos. I’m betting the tacos are out. She smiles and waves.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Layla

I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant. Holy cow. I’m pregnant.I laugh as Harbor, and I jump up and down. “This is so awesome. I can’t believe it.”

“Oh, my God. You’re having a baby.” Harbor stops and grabs my upper arms. “This is so flipping cool. Do you feel different? I’ve always wanted to know if having a baby makes you feel like a different person.” She stares at me. “You still look like Layla.”

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m still me.” I run from the bathroom and grab my cellphone. “I’ve got to tell Kameron. Even if he gets upset. He has to know.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No. Don’t go. I need moral support.”

“Okay.” She waves and heads to the kitchen. “I’m getting a drink.”

He’s got to be excited. Doesn’t he? He’s going to make a wonderful father. He’s take-charge, organized, and has everything put together.

My fingers shake as I scroll to his cell phone number. It’s been three days since I heard from him. Has he already moved on? Is that even possible? No. He can’t. He loves me. I know it.

My stomach rolls as I listen to each ring. Each one brings me closer to my future. Will he ask me to come to K.C.? Will I like his family? Will they like me?

“Hello?”

“Kameron?” God, I miss him so much. I’ve got to call the airport and make a flight arrangement. Maybe I should tell him in person. That’s probably better. I’ll tell him we need to talk.

“No, this is his brother, Dom.”

“Oh.” They sound alike. “Is Kameron there? I need to talk to him.”

“Shit. You pregnant, too?”

“What?” The floor jumps up as my head spins. No. I had to have heard that wrong. I fall into the chair by the front door and grab my stomach. It’s okay. It has to be okay.

“This must be confessions of the ex-girlfriend’s night. Tabitha’s pregnant, so I figure you must be too. Which one are you?”