Page 108 of Skating the Blue Line
“The one in September.” I confirmed.
It absolutely blows my mind how much someone’s life could change in eight months. It’s fucking insane.
“Well, congratulations man.” He says, tapping my tumbler with his.
“Thank you.” I say, taking another drink.
Elliot sends a nod in my direction. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem all that excited about becoming a dad.”
I start shaking my head before he even finished talking. “I am excited. Very excited. I can’t wait to meet her and hold her and just get to know her. It’s just that some things went down tonight that put me in a shit mood.”
Elliot may not be the best ear for this, but I need to talk to someone. I could call Christian and talk his ear off, but I feel like he’s too close to both me and Chloe that whatever he says is going to be biased one way or the other.
I don’t know Elliot all that well. Sure we’ve acted friendly at events and have hung out a time or two, but he’s more of an acquaintance than a friend. He might be the best person for this conversation.
“Let me guess, baby mama drama?” He says, finishing off his drink but waving off another.
“In a way, yeah.” I say, twirling my tumbler, the ice hitting the edges.
“She wants full custody?” The billionaire asks and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“She wants to move out after the baby is born and doesn’t accept the fact that I want to be with her.” God, I sound like I just saw some kick a puppy or something.
“So you love her and want to be with her but she is putting every single wall up and not letting you get close to her.” He perfectly summarizes mine and Chloe’s situation.
“Yup, that’s pretty much it.” I say, finishing up my drink. I’m done with alcohol for the night.
“Sounds intense.”
“It is.”
For a solid minute, we both sit there, twirling empty glasses not saying a single word.
Elliot is actually the one that breaks the not so awkward silence.
“Want advice from someone that doesn’t do relationships and has only one good example of one in his life that is definitely not his parents?” Elliot states and it takes me a second to comprehend what the hell he just said.
I give him a nod. “I will take anything you want to give.”
“Don’t pressure her. Don’t push her to make a decision, especially one that has to do with being on the receiving end of heartbreak. I’m sure that you told her how you feel, and that she has heard you, but if you met her in September and she is having your baby next month, she’s going through a lot. She might not be ready now, but she might me eventually. And when that time comes, she will come to you. If that’s what she wants, she will come to you. You just have to let her.”
It's as if he dove deep into my brain and pulled this piece of advice out of the deepest crevice that I have.
That is what I’ve been telling myself all along but for some reason tonight, I decide to go rogue and forget it.
“You sure that you only have one good example of a relationship?” I ask because no way he just pulled that out of his ass.
“Yup, very sure. Did it help?” He asks, giving me a knowing look.
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, it helped.”
“Good. You should get out of here then and head to your lady. She might be worried.”
I give him a nod and slap a few bills on the counter and make my way out of the bar.
When I left the apartment earlier, the only things that I grabbed were my wallet and my phone. I didn’t remember to grab my keys, which came out to be a good thing. No way would I be able to drive after three whiskeys.
Walking back to my place helps me clear my head a bit.
