Semua Bab My Billionaire Baby Daddy Wants Me Back: Bab 51 - Bab 60

RexI pinch my eyes open and groan. My ribs feel like they've been pummeled."Hey, buddy. You awake?"I turn to look in the direction of the voice. "Blaise. What the hell are you doing here?"My friend, Blaise O'Malley, smiles brightly. "I'm your emergency contact!""Oh. Right." Men over thirty shouldn't have the drummers of their bands as an emergency contact. "What time is it?""Four."I glance out the window. It's dark. "In the morning?""You betcha," he says, nodding once, his red hair flopping out of place."You drove out here at four in the morning to..." I begin.Blaise shrugs. "Well, I got the call at, like, one. And I was awake anyway, so –"I chuckle. Even smiling hurts. Shit. "Dirty son of a bitch."Blaise's eyes widen. "No, it was – I was working on a new –""Giving you a hard time, B," I cut him off. Blaise, of all my bandmates, lives the least rocker lifestyle of us all. Sure, he's a fucking badass drummer and can fly off the handle if the spirit calls him. But he disapp

Five Years AgoHe noticed the birthday girl from the stage while he and the band played a cover of "Kickstart My Heart". He knew it was her birthday because of the crappy dollar store sash across her front painted with the words "Birthday Girl" scrawled in pink glitter across it.But the sash was soon forgotten when he laid eyes on the rest of her. Long dark hair, a lush garden of waves, tan skin, and holy shit, those curves. She had a body no man could resist.And she was watching him too, sipping on a drink, surrounded by her friends who were all chatting and giggling.She was staring at him.Not a hard feat considering he was the frontman of the band and the bar was so small and their sound was so loud. Still. Her gaze made him so nervous his palms started to sweat and his fingers tickled. He played the rest of the set on the brink, afraid he might mess up the next chord, the next lyric.They closed with "Yelling From the Bottom of a Hole," the one song anyone in this bar might act

Isabella“Mrs. Delgado, I just wanted to call about your son’s test results,” a woman’s voice croons through my phone speaker.I’m too nervous to correct her that it’s not missus Delgado but doctor. “Okay. Excellent,” I say, my heart beating faster.“Is now a bad time?”“No, it’s a great time,” I say, shifting my phone to my shoulder and digging through my purse for my car keys. I’ve been waiting on pins and needles for this phone call for days, I’m not about to stop just because I’m walking out of the hospital to my car. “I’m all ears.”“Well, I’m pleased to inform you –’Yes.“Leo’s passed with flying colors. He’s a very bright boy. We think he’d be a great addition to next year’s class.”I breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s… that’s wonderful.”The woman I’m speaking to is the headmistress of Tremain Day School, one of the only non-religiously affiliated private schools in the county. My mother wants Leo to attend a Catholic school, of course. To that, I said, “Heck no,” since “hell”

RexI rake my hand through my hair one more time, the gift bag knocking me in the head as I do so. Don't have enough hands for the flowers, the present, and a last-minute touch-up to the hair. Can't help it though. Force of habit.I'm standing at the front door of Isabella's house which is a short drive from the motel I'm staying at for the next week. Maybe longer if things go well and, damn, I hope they do.Though all the houses in the subdivision look about the same, Isabella's sticks out because the door has been painted green and a big crucifix hangs on it. I can almost hear the squabble that must have gone down between Isabella and Marisol over it.I lift my finger to the doorbell but don't press it.There's no way to prepare for a moment like this. I mean, I've tried. I made sure to get some nicer clothes than the bag of Walmart bullshit Mickey picked up for me when I was leaving the hospital, spent a profound amount on the flowers for Marisol, and the gift for Leo. I know nothi

IsabellaI never imagined Leo and Rex together. To protect myself.Okay, that's not true.I've blocked the imaginings out. They happened constantly while I was pregnant and even more often than that when Leo was a newborn. Seeing anyone hold Leo, I'd get a flash of what it might be like to see Rex hold Leo.He might not have been ready to be a dad. But I don't know if it's fair that I've assumed he'd have been a bad one.Because as I watch Rex and Leo building this Lego set from the next room, listening to the way they negotiate the pieces and the moments they talk about life and the way they can make each other laugh...It's clear I've made a mistake."A piece of him," my mother says in Spanish, her hand on my shoulder.I don't shrug her off the way I have so many times when she's mentioned Rex. The mentions are sparing over the years because she knows how it upsets me. "A man deserves the opportunity to become a father," she told me. And when I'd inevitably blow up at her, she'd add