Page 60 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

Finally, I had to pee.

I walked to Celine’s bathroom and did what I had to do.

“How long do we have to wait?” Celine asked

“Two minutes.”

“An eternity,” she said.

I nodded. It felt that way.

“You know, whatever happens, it will be fine.”

“How?” I asked. “I can’t have his baby, Celine. We’ve barely been together two months, and having a child now… God, if I thought Brad would lose his shit before…”

Celine grinned. “On the upside, you’ll be his stepmother if you and Landon get hitched. Imagine imposing curfews and bedtimes on him.”

Celine’s stupid comments made me laugh, even though I didn’t feel like laughing at all.

“Stop it,” I said. “Landon and I aren’t getting hitched. Hell, after this… I don’t know what’s going to happen. Even without a baby thrown into the mix.”

My phone beeped to let me know the time was up.

I took a deep breath. “Moment of truth.”

Celine followed me to the bathroom. I picked up the tests where I’d left them on the sink. I turned to Celine.

“You look,” I said. “I can’t.”

I squeezed my eyes shut when Celine took the tests from me. She stayed silent, and after a moment, I opened my eyes.

Her face had become pale, and she glanced up at me with her bright-blue eyes.

“Beck,” she said softly. “It’s going to be okay.”

18

LANDON

Shedidn’twanttosee me. How the fuck had things gone so wrong so quickly?

Brad was full of shit. He didn’t want to see me either, but I didn’t give a damn what he thought about it. Sure, he felt betrayed because I hadn’t told him about me and Rebecca, and she hadn’t either, and I understood his pain.

I deserved to be happy, though. The way he’d found out wasn’t ideal—I’d meant to talk to him, and shit just hadn’t happened that way, but that didn’t mean I was going to stop doing what I was doing because my son had a temper tantrum about it.

I loved Rebecca, and I wanted to be with her.

It was that damn simple.

Except, she wanted nothing to do with me, no matter what I did. She didn’t answer her phone or her texts, and I’d left so many messages on her phone; her voicemail was full, which told me she wasn’t listening to those either.

What the fuck?

I’d thought we had something special. I’d thought what we had was bigger than all this petty bullshit. The silent treatment was killing me, and the longer she didn’t talk to me, the more it pissed me off.

“You need to talk to her,” Ted said.

I snorted. “Thanks for that tidbit of wisdom. I can’t talk to her if she doesn’t want to take my calls or answer my texts.”

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