Page 88 of His Team

I jog downstairs and into the kitchen where Mama was setting up lunch before Mrs. Jemma arrived. To my chagrin, Mrs. Jemma is the only one there. She beams at me as I come into view.

“Kay, it’s been so long since I’ve seen your pretty face. Come sit. Talk to me.

“How are you doing? Why haven’t I seen you at the house? Kyle has insisted on grounding me here in Texas until after the boys’ season and the draft are over. I thought you’d be by the house by now,” she prattles on.

“Uhm, Cam and I sort of broke up. I didn’t want to run into him and cause trouble.”

“Trouble,” she scoffs. “You’re no trouble. If I would have known you two broke up, I would have dealt with that son of mine.”

She makes a sour face and grabs two glasses to pour champagne and orange juice in them. She pushes a glass in front of me.

“Have a drink with me. We’ll put our heads together to figure this all out.”

I shake my head. “Can’t.”

A gasp leaves her lips and her eyes widen. When her gaze drops to my belly, my cheeks begin to burn. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

I don’t know how to explain this situation to her. It looks bad no matter how I put it. I’m going to disappoint her and my mama.

“This is such wonderful news,” she exclaims. “Wait until you tell Cam. That little bundle of joy is going to fix everything.”

“Mrs. Jemma, wait. It’s not that simple.”

“Why, yes, it is, sugar. You’re gonna go see Cam and tell him he’s gonna be a daddy. You two are gonna work things out and we’ll have ourselves a wedding.”

“Did Cam propose?” My mama gushes as she rushes back into the kitchen.

“No, but our Kay is pregnant. He’s sure to put that ring on her finger now.”

Everything spirals out of control so fast. I can’t get a word in to tell them what’s really going on. Before I know what’s happening, Mrs. Jemma has called Cam over for us to talk.

My baby needs a daddy and a future. I’ll just have to pray this baby comes out white. I’m so fucked if this isn’t Cam’s baby.

How do I get myself into these things? Single, no job, and I don’t know who the father is. I used condoms with them both.

Fuck my life.

Cameron

I look at Kay in complete disbelief. I have to be hearing things. In the six years we’ve been having sex, not once have we gone without a condom or ever had a slipup.

Why is this happening now? I had been working on a plan to get Amina away. Her trip to New Jersey to bury her father wasn’t the greatest.

She texted me that she was sick to her stomach the entire time. As much as she cried, I could understand why. With everything I am, I wanted to be there with her.

I didn’t ask about that asshole. I don’t want to know if he was around. All I wanted was to take her away and keep her safe from him. Now Kay has dropped a fucking bomb in my lap.

“Maybe we can work things out for the baby. You know, get married like we planned. We’ve always dreamed of starting a family together,” she whispers.

My head is ready to explode. I had broken away from this. I found exactly what I wanted in Amina.

However, I’m being thrown back into what everyone else wants for me. I can see my mama and Kay’s eavesdropping from here. Now I understand the look in their eyes when I arrived.

They’re all planning my life for me. I can’t walk out and ignore what has been said. I have a baby on the way. I did this.

I fucked up. I stare down at my palms as if watching all my dreams spill through my fingers and out of my hands. My life has fallen out of my grasp and so has my control of my destiny.

I had looked into hiring security for Cal. Special ops guys who could handle a situation like this. I found a home for Amina to live in for the next few weeks while I got things situated with my brother.

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