Page 14 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

"About that night at the motel…"

"Yeah?"

I look around. It's almost noon, and customers will troop in soon for their lunch breaks. For now, there's just us, and a woman on the far left, eating by herself.

"Hey, Fiona."

I look up. It's George calling from the trailer. I wave and offer a friendly nod. I’ve been here every day for lunch since Pet Star moved here and I always get the same thing; a grilled cheese sandwich. George is a single father whose wife died of cancer just a couple of months ago. He told me this one day, at the close of work, while I munched on a grilled cheese sandwich and he cleaned up the food court. Since then, I’ve made it a point to ask him how he’s holding up, and how Tish, his two-year-old, is doing. He must be wondering why today’s different.

Jason glares at me.

"Your name's Fiona?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Nothing. You were saying?"

I clear my throat and run my hands over the table, avoiding his gaze.

"I began to feel sick after that, and I went for a test last week."

I suck in my breath before I continue.

"I'm… I'm about three weeks pregnant."

Jason's stare is expressionless, but his jaw tightens, along with his fists. He looks like he’s seen a ghost.

"You're joking," he says.

"Do I look like I have the time for childish jokes? Are you crazy?"

"Watch your mouth."

He shoots me a dark stare and looks down at the table, running his hand through his hair.

"I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know your name until… until today. There was no way to reach you."

His fists bang on the table, and his gaze meets mine.

"I should've known you were the type to be careless. Why didn't you take extra measures?"

"Oh my God, you’re unbelievably insensitive! Why would you say that to me?"

He rubs his nose, already red from rage.

"I don't care. How do I know you're not lying? There's no way to confirm that."

"Look, Jason. We have to make a decision fast; it's almost a month old."

Silence sits between us. A sheen of sweat forms on his forehead, and the table vibrates as he taps his feet.

"I'm giving you one week to decide, as the father of this… this child. If I don't hear from you after a week, I'll… I'll let everyone know. You need to know you can't run away from this. I'll go legal if I have to."

Would I really let everyone know though? My biggest nightmare is my parents finding out. If Jason doesn't come up with something, I'm going to have to find another way to deal with this without anyone finding out.

"Are you trying to ruin my day?"

"I'm talking about our whole lives here and you're talking about a day?"

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