Page 24 of Mad Love

He nods. “Good. I hoped you were catching up.”

“How did you guys sleep?”

“We didn’t.” He chuckles. “At least not much. And whenhewas sleeping, I was googling about how to get a baby to sleep through the night. Controversial subject.”

“I think everything is when it comes to parenting techniques.”

He nods like I’m saying something wise. I’m clueless, but it sounded good.

He sits up, running his hands through his hair, and I’m glad I tried to look decent because even after sweating through a workout and staying up all night with a baby, he looks like someone the paparazzi would chase down the street. Oh right, heis.

I can’t count the times I’d catch Sasha stalking him online. Before and after they hooked up.

Even after she claimed that she’d called him so many times and he didn’t return her calls about the baby, she never seemed anything but in awe of him. It wasn’t only him. She was obsessed with anyone that had star power. She lived on a steady diet of reality TV, dreaming of living that flashy life, whatever it took to get there.

It wasn’t like her to let a chance like this pass her by.

I was angry at Weston. Furious, really. But she never was.

I couldn’t understand it. I even asked her multiple times why she wasn’t livid with him. Why she still looked at his pictures all the time…

“He’s Caleb’s father,”she said. “And he’s a good person.”

She’d get this dreamy look on her face then that made me so mad.

“How can you possibly think he’s a good person? The guy abandoned you when you needed him most. Who cares if he was nice to you or good in bed? He’s an asshole.”

“Sadie?”

I blink and Weston’s looking at me expectantly. “Oh, sorry. Were you saying something?”

“I was saying my family is coming over today to meet him. We talked about noon.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say, dread filling my body to the extent that I need to sit down. I back into the cozy chair by the fireplace and take a deep breath. “I can make myself scarce during that time.”

He frowns. “That’s not necessary. Unless you’re just not ready to meet them. I know you have a lot to think about right now. But if we’re going to do this, I’d like all of you to get to know each other.”

“I’ll need to see my parents when they get into town. Actually, I should check my phone to see if they’re back yet. I can’t remember what time they left.”

I pull my phone out of my pocket and a text came earlier from my mom saying they should be pulling in around three this afternoon.

“I’d like to meet them too, whenever they’re ready,” he says. “I can go to them so they don’t have to drive all this way after they’ve just made a long road trip.”

I nod. Is he really this thoughtful all the time?

“We’ll have to make funeral arrangements tomorrow, I think. There will be plenty of time to meet them in the future. We don’t have to rush it.” My cheeks heat and I close my mouth wishing I could take the words back. In fact, I’d like a restart on this morning. I feel like I’m drowning.

“I know the timing isn’t the best, but I’d like to put their minds at ease about me,” he says. “If I were them, I’d want to know who’s taking care of Caleb.”

“Why are you being so nice?” I ask.

I study my feet because I’m mortified.

“Uh, I don’t know? Because you’re my son’s family. You’ve lost someone so important to you and important to him, and the circumstances of why I’ve been kept in the dark about Caleb don’t matter as much right now. I’m still hurt and upset, and if Sasha were here, I’d demand to know why she did this to me, but…she’s not. And I suspect you guys were just following her wishes. It wasn’t your place to tell me the truth, although I’ll always wish you had.”

My jaw clenches. He’s still turning this around on Sasha, and I just don’t get it…except that it makes him look better.

“We all thought you wanted nothing to do with him,” I say evenly. “My parents never knew you were his father, but Sasha didn’t tell them because you never returned her calls.”

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