Page 79 of Wild For You
After the third attempt, the door swung open to reveal the woman I’d seen posing with Caleb on his social media pages.
“Can I help you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Hi, I’m looking for Caleb.”
She closed the door just a little and narrowed her eyes. “And you are…?“
“Laney, who’s at the door?” a male voice called out, and I immediately recognized it as Caleb’s.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
He came from around the corner and did a double take when he saw me standing there. He was freshly tanned from whatever extended vacation the two of them had been on and wore nothing more than a pair of shorts that hung low on his hips. Normally, that look would have done something for me, but not since I met Andrew.
No one’s body compared to his.
“What are you doing here, Kelsey?” he asked, sneering at me. I instantly regretted my choice to wear too-tight jeans and a loose sweater topped off with my brown jacket.
“I need to speak with you. Privately.”
Laney stepped away from the door and allowed me inside. No matter what I wanted to think about her, she kindly asked if I wanted something to drink and then ushered me toward their velvet couch.
It seemed Caleb wasn’t just having her move into his luxury apartment, but they were redecorating too.
“Thanks,” I said as I accept the glass of water.
She pressed a peck to Caleb’s lips before heading down the hall, leaving me alone with my ex.
Caleb leaned on the wall opposite me and crossed his arms, wordlessly waiting for me to continue.
“I just want to start off by saying that I have zero expectations.”
“I’m engaged. We’re not getting back together.”
Shaking my head, I had to hide my grimace. “Definitely not.”
“Okay….”
“I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’m pregnant.”
“Uh… congratulations?”
“It’s yours, Caleb.”
As expected, he went on to argue that there was no way, and it wasn’t until I showed him the documentation from the doctor’s office and explained that it lined up with the weekend of his birthday that he believed me.
“Fuck, Kelsey, I can’t have a kid.” Caleb paced back and forth, hand thrust in his hair.
Hands up in exasperation, I said, “I’m not asking you to. I’m not asking you for anything but time.”
“Time?” His eyes narrowed as if I was asking him to take the baby to the moon.
“Yes, I’d like our child to know their father. I want you to spend time with them.”
“I… I can’t do that.”
“What do you mean?” Fear griped me, clawing at my neck threatening to suffocate me.
“I don’t want it. The baby. Any of it. I didn’t plan for this in my life.”
