Page 7 of The Ranger
Cole insists it’s a boy.
We lived a carefree life...except that part when Cassy had a stalker.I was on a career path, working as a stylist at Ink & Mane Studio, which Cassy owns, and considering how I could start my own salon.I was even considering talking to her about a franchise.
Not immediately, but like a five-year plan.
Now?Now that dream is dead.
In those early days, when I discovered I was pregnant, I was furious.Cole and his nice big dick knocked me up.
How dare they?
It wasn’t just my career.I never wanted to be a mom.After watching my mother raise me as a single mom, I’d decided there was no way I was risking it.Married or not.
No thanks.
In my private moments, I called her a loser.With no career in sight, she worked three jobs and looked ten years older than she was.
I wanted more for myself.
She kindly told me I should be happy with what I had in life and stop being a brat.
“You need to read a self-help book,” I’d snap back.
The thing is, I’ve seen those moms who do it hard and love their kids.That’s not my mother.She was not loving.I can’t recall a single time she hugged me.Ever.The few times she did touch me, it was for a reason.Like when she slapped me.
On good days, she’d tell me I was useless and a burden.
When I left home, I caught a bus to LA, spent all my money on clothes and a room, and I prayed.A week later I got a job as a junior in a hair salon.The rest is history.
So, did I aspire to be a mother?Hell, no.Not in a million years.That is nothing to be ashamed of, either.Tons of women don’t want children.The world is changing.
Someone has to be the babysitter.
I run my hand over my belly.
Yet here we are, baby.
I love this alien thing growing inside me.I’m sure it’s going to pop out without limbs or bright purple skin.The dreams I’ve had are terrifying.
Yet, my obstetrician tells me it has two arms and legs and one head.So that’s good.
And annoying Cole has to come along to all of my ultrasounds, doesn’t he?Like he’s proving something to me.
“Listen, just pay the child support and ignore us like a normal one-night stand, will you?”I said as I waddled into the doctor’s office one week.
“Stop saying shit like that; he can hear you.”
“She.”
“He.”
“Great, this is how children get confused about their gender.”
I turned and glared at him.“Really?That’s how you think it happens?Not because of alpha bullies like you?”
“Alpha bully?Are you referring to the sex we had?You were the one who tried to swing from your light fixtures, asking me to fuck you in the air?”He hissed back.
I wasn’t.
