Page 8 of Mad Love

And it’s obvious she loves this little guy with all her heart.

I’m not trying to take him away from her, but she’s going to have a fight on her hands if she tries to take him away from me.

So, I have a plan to present to her when she wakes up.

I still haven’t called my family. Maybe after I’ve talked with Sadie, that can be the next step.

The hospital has been generous. I’d like to think they are with everyone, but I’m not that foolish. They’re shaken up and doing everything they can to avoid a loud lawsuit from me. AndI think everyone involved is grateful the paparazzi hasn’t gotten wind of this yet—my security team is here, keeping them out. After losing the mother of my child on the ER table and knowing there was a question of paternity, the hospital has bent over backwards to be helpful. They moved us into a nice room when my lawyers arrived, somewhere we could have more privacy.

Sadie seems disgusted by the whole thing, and honestly, I can’t blame her. I’m disgusted with myself for not remembering. After last year’s Super Bowl win, I got a little out of control. Too much alcohol, too many women. Both were just so easily accessible all the time. But this is my son we’re talking about. All of this could have been prevented if Sasha had been honest with me.

I’ve checked back through my phone log and texts, asked every lawyer, while looking them in the eye, whether Sasha Chapman ever contacted them. They swear she didn’t, and I believe them. I don’t know why she’d lie to her sister, but I didn’t know her beyond a hookup. Now I wish I did.

I will be Caleb’s father and protector, but holy fuck—how? I don’t have a clue about what it takes to be a dad.

It kills me that he won’t know his mother. And that, if not for a crazy set of circumstances, I might have never known him either.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, silencing it. The guys have gone nuts in the group chat since I ran out on them yesterday. I haven’t told them about the test results, so they’re full of questions in the thread.

Rhodes

You don’t have to tell us what’s going on, but we’re here if you need us.

Bowie

I knew you wanted to be in the club, but this is going a little far, even for you.

Penn

Does he look like you?

Henley

Shit. This is crazy.

Rhodes

My God, Weston. Talk to us. Do you need us there? Should we come over?

Bowie

He’s got his hands full, man. We probably shouldn’t be blowing his phone up.

Rhodes

You’re right. My bad. But if you need us, say the word.

And then this morning…

Henley

How’s it going over there?

Bowie

Any news?

Rhodes

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