Page 86 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“You should have known it then,” he snapped, and I quickly nodded in agreement.

“You’re right. I should have. I fucked up. Badly. But I’m asking you, as my old best friend, to forgive me.”

He glared at me. “And why should I?”

“Because I need you,” I said quietly. “I don’t know which way is up. Lex is pregnant and I’m in love with her, but she won’t talk to me.”

“So you wanted to apologize so that you’d have someone to talk to?” he asked, but he was smiling.

“That’s not the only reason, but...” I trailed off, and Tristan laughed.

“All right, Ollie, you moron. We can be friends again.”

“Thank God,” I groaned, banging my head against the table as the server walked over with a raised eyebrow.

Tristan snickered and ordered a pitcher of light beer.

“She isn’t as forgiving as I am, I take it?” he asked, pouring us each a glass when the server returned.

“Not even a little,” I admitted, taking a slow sip.

“You can’t exactly blame her,” he pointed out.

“I know,” I sighed. “But all I want is a few moments to explain things to her.”

Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Explain things to me, Ollie. What happened back then? Why were you so sure that we were fooling around behind your back?”

“My father,” I said flatly. “He told me that he saw you two together. Kissing.”

Tristan’s blue eyes widened. “There’s no way.”

“He didn’t, obviously. He admitted he lied about it. He said he was suspicious of how much time you two spent together.” I sighed heavily. “And I guess I was too. I wasn’t the jealous type before, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it after he told me, and I suppose that’s what made me become that way.”

“You should have trusted us, Ollie. We were just friends. You, me, Lex… we were like the Three Musketeers.”

“I know that now,” I told him. “But at the time, I was young and jealous and stupid. And I don’t know how to explain that to Lexie.”

“Grovel,” he said, taking another sip of beer, and I stared at him blankly.

“What?”

“You have to grovel,” he told me. “You’ve got to throw yourself at her feet and beg her forgiveness. You’ve got to let go of your pride and just... grovel. Elena makes me do it all the time.” He grinned. “Sometimes all that groveling turns into something more fun, too.”

I blinked. “I don’t know if I can do that,” I admitted. Ithought I’d do anything to get Lexie back, but at the same time, showing that kind of emotion outwardly was hard for me. I usually just pushed everything down.

“Lex is a great girl. If you don’t do any and everything to get her back, you’re an idiot,” he said, frowning.

“You’re right. But how do I grovel when she won’t talk to me?”

“Not sure, but I’m guessing you’ll need to convince her to meet you somewhere. Maybe tell her that she left something important behind at the cabin then suggest she meet you there so you can return it to her.”

“That might actually work. That’s a good idea.”

“Of course it is,” he replied smugly. I chuckled in return.

“Enough about me. Tell me about your love life.”

Tristan groaned. “Absolutely not.”

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