Page 105 of Barefoot Dreams
“The hose?” I furrow my eyebrows. “What do you need the hose for?”
“To wash your brains out!”
By the time I catch up, Callum already has it pointed my way, and a blast of water hits me. “Christ!” I yelp from the cold, hard jet of water hitting me square in the face.
Thankfully, Luke at least has the brains to pass the psycho our garden hose not the fire one. Still a fucking asshole move, though!
Before he can turn the hose on again, I snatch it out of his hands and turn it back on him.
“The fuck?” Callum cries in outrage. “As if you don’t have enough to die for today!”
“You’re such a stupid prick, Callum Clover Lovinski!” Screw being an adult right now! I open fire again, but all too soon, he’s on me, wrestling the hose out my death grip.
I try to turn around, but the idiot tackles me, taking us both down as he clutches my hand.
“Let. Go,” he grinds out.
“As soon as you grow some brains.” I match his tone, ripping at his fingers that he uses to try to rip mine off the hose.
“Some friend you are! When you asked me for my favorite sniper rifle, what did I do? I did as you asked. Couldn’t extend the same fucking courtesy, could you?” He gets a slightly better grip at the hose, but I take it back instantly.
“Are you seriously comparing me dating your sister to a freaking gun you gave me in third-fucking-grade?”
“All I asked for was for you fuckers to leave my Julie alone!”
“In your fucking dreams.”
“My current dreams consist of murdering the asshole who made my sister throw up her guts the whole morning!”
“Trust me, I feel horrible that she’s sick! But there’s not much we can do with food poisoning!”
“Oh, she’s poisoned all right, by your DNA!”
“What the fuck are you—”
“Pregnant! You got my little sister pregnant!”
“Ha!” Luke yelps and then slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress that stupid, gleeful grin on his face while all I can do is just stare.
“What…what did you just say?”
The world stops.
I mean that literally.
Every sound. Every moment. Every second on the clock, it all stops as soon as his words echo through the station, rattling off the walls and climbing into my slowly catching on, brain
My grip slackens, and Callum rips the hose off my fingers.
Julie is pregnant?
That wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t…
“Griffin.” Callum bares his teeth.
FUCK! Julie,my Julie, my Birdy is pregnant. With my baby. I’m going to be a dad. A father! We’re going to have a baby!
My baby…with the love of my life.
