“Hey,” I muttered the second I dropped into the passenger seat of RJ’s car. He turned the music down and looked at me sideways.
“What’s up? What got you running out the funeral like that?”
I let out a slow breath, my fingers trembling as I buckled my seatbelt. “Seth’s baby mama.”
RJ gave me a look. “What happened?”
“She said her and Seth still fuckin’. Claimed he might’ve even got her pregnant again.”
He whistled low under his breath, the kind of whistle that said“Damn.”
“What did Seth say?”
“I don’t know.”
“You didn’t ask him?”
“No. I texted you and left.”
RJ shook his head. “Stormi”
“What?” I snapped, voice sharper than I meant. “I don’t have time for the drama. Two kids, messy baby mama, mystery sex partners? No thank you.”
“So, what, you calling it quits? Just like that?”
“Maybe. He has a family. I don’t even live here, RJ. What am I supposed to do. move my whole life around for someone who might still be sleepin’ with his ex?”
“He has a child, not a family. And if you know anything about Seth, you’d know he ain’t the type to play house with someone he ain’t rockin’ with.”
I scoffed. “But you believe he’s still fuckin’ her?”
“I don’t know,” RJ said truthfully. “But is it possible? Sure.”
I stared out the window, jaw clenched, heart sinking lower into my stomach.
“And if they are still sleeping together then what? She pregnant, I’m the side piece, and this was all a damn joke?”
“Condoms exist,” RJ mumbled.
I snapped my head toward him and gave him a look. A cold, heavy silence settled between us. My chest was rising and falling faster now.
Don’t say it.
Don’t ask the question.
But he did.
“Don’t tell me you and Seth weren’t using protection.”
I looked down at my lap, ashamed. “No.” I sounded like a kid who just got caught sneaking out the house.
“Stormi,” he groaned. “You too grown to be moving like this. You know better.”
“I know.”
“So, what happened?”
“I got caught up. He made me feel safe. I didn’t think about nobody else. I didn’t think he’d be out here still layin’ up with her.”