Me: Does he know you’re back?
Em’s New Number: It doesn’t matter.
Me: It would to him.
Em’s New Number: Bullshit. He doesn’t care about me.
Me: Now who’s full of shit? He loved you, Em.
Em’s New Number: It doesn’t matter.
Me: Cuz you cheated on him and wound up pregnant with someone else’s kid?
Em’s New Number: It isn’t cheating if we’re not exclusive.
I laugh at the audacity this girl still has, even after all this time.
Me: Bullshit. You remember what our deal was. Yeah. We were just having fun, but if something wasn’t working for one of us, we ended it. We were never supposed to go sleeping around. Especially without fucking protection. Do I need to get checked now?
Em’s New Number: You’re such an ass, Gibbs. I don’t know what the hell my sister sees in you, but I suggest you stay away from her. She deserves more than a manwhore like you.
Me: First, we’re just friends. And second, I’d be careful throwing stones right now. It’s a little like the pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?
Em’s New Number: Leave Dove alone. And don’t say a word to Milo.
Me: He has a right to know.
Em’s New Number: Bullshit.
Me: How are you sure it isn’t either of ours?
Em’s New Number: I just am.
Me: When are you due?
Em’s New Number: It’s none of your business. None of this is.
She’s so infuriating!
My nostrils flare as I jam out my next response.
Me: Humor me.
Em’s New Number: I don’t owe you anything, Gibbs.
Me: Again, I call bullshit. You owe me an explanation.
My jaw tightens before I type another message right after it and hit send.
Me: And you owe Milo one too.
Em’s New Number: Unfortunately, I don’t have one for you. We’re through, remember?
Me: How could I forget? But we’re gonna need to do a paternity test when this is all said and done.
Em’s New Number: You’re joking, right?
Me: No. If the kid’s mine, I refuse to be a deadbeat dad, and I know Milo would feel the same way.