Page 9 of The Ranger
I might have screamed blue murder when I learned I was pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I want to hand over my newborn baby to the guy who donated his sperm.
Every time I think about that, I want to shoot him.Unfortunately, Cole is better with a gun than me.
Or so he tells me.
I’m willing to test it.
“Thinking about killing me again, Scarlett?Give it your best shot,” he’d said last week.
“You’ll fall asleep one day, Cole Zimbardo.Even you can’t sleep with one eye open.”
“Try me.”
As a key member of BHS, he has a lot of skills and tools at his disposal.Trust me, I go over and overand overthis when I start freaking out.
That was earlier on.
Now I’ve resigned myself to this fate.
Which includes desiring the father of my child and not being able to have him.
Cole has made no attempt to have a relationship with me.Which is confusing because the little things he does are...for the baby, not me.
Therein lies my problem.
I keep confusing his love for the baby with an interest in me.Then I swing the other way and just get grumpy with him.
So we are co-parenting, and that’s that.
In contrast, Ryder and Savannah are expecting their first child, and the world is celebrating.She’s a high-profile celebrity, so her baby bump is all over the internet and on the front cover of magazines.The picture of a happy, perfect American family.
Something I’ve never had.
Or ever will.
Briar has had twins, so at least I have friends with babies, and we’re all doing it together.It’s Cassy’s turn next.I think she wants a baby, but it will happen when they are ready.
I’ll be the only one without a husband.
It would have been easier if I didn’t like the guy I was knocked up by.Lying awake after Cole and I spent the night together and made this little alien, I wondered if he would call.
He never did.
I get it.I’m outspoken, a little wild, and not the stunning type that a thirst trap like Cole would normally attract.
I’m no wallflower.I know I’m pretty, but between the nose ring (which is now out), blackeverythingand band T-shirts, I’m more goth than glamour.Plus, there’s a little more meat on my hips than my friends, even if I am a size four.
So yeah, I harbored some hope that something would happen between us.
Now I’m trying to hate him.
Although all his questions during medical appointments and telling me what I can and can’t eat because it’shischild is helping considerably.
“Fine, you take it and push it out the end of your cock!”I said during our last OB/GYN appointment.
The doctor had left the room, shaking her head.
“Really, Scar?Fucking hell.”Cole groans.
