Page 28 of Keeping Our Secrets

Was she going to keep the baby?

Did I want to be a dad?

Did she want me to be their dad?

I hadn’t heard enough of her conversation through the door to know any of those answers. All I heard was the word baby and something inside me said I needed to know the answer to at least one question. What I didn’t realize was that the response she was about to give me was going to open up a huge list of things I would have to consider.

Would I have still slept with her again if I knew about the baby?

It was one thing to have the girl I couldn’t get out of my head move into my house, and another to have her be pregnant with my kid. I still hadn’t graduated uni yet. How the hell was I supposed to support a family? Then again, she never said she wanted us to be a family. In fact, she was fairly adamant that she didn’t think I should even be in her room, or touch her, even if I was only wiping away a tear.

Before she showed up on our doorstep, I told myself that I wouldn’t stop having fun because I had a new stepsister. Now there was the other problem. She was pregnant with my kid. I thought I was just going to deal with a bratty new sister. Instead, fate delivered me the woman of my dreams, who was still too young, and at least eighteen years of future responsibility.

This whole thing would have been easier to navigate if all we had between us was an amazing weekend.

Even when I kept in contact with her I didn’t see it going beyond friendship because of the distance between us. In the back of my mind I thought that if she ever walked back into my life, I wouldn’t turn down another roll in the hay if she let me. Mairi was just enough wild with her sweet. However, now she was considered completely off limits and a complete and utter disaster waiting to happen.

Which was why now, more than ever, I’d have to be careful.

After laying there for an hour, I called my friend Rick and told him to meet me at the pub. He had just got back into town so he didn’t know what was going on in my house yet. My day wouldn’t be getting much better, so I might as well have a couple of drinks to numb whatever was going on in my brain.

Our house was in the perfect location.

It was walking distance from the popular local bar. During my first year of uni, I lived in my dorm room, but on the weekends I would stay here purely for the pub. My dad was never at home, so it was the perfect place to take chicks when I brought them home. With the new situation, I wouldn’t have the freedom to bring girls home anymore. To be honest, considering the circumstances, I would be a complete asshole if I tried to bring women home.

“Liam,” Rick nodded.

“Hey Rick.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but what was so urgent you needed a drink?”

“You’re never gonna believe who showed up on my doorstep.”

“Who?” he asked, taking a drink of his beer.

“The chick I hooked up with in Paris.”

“How the hell did she find you?”

“My dad is married to her mom.”

He barked out a laugh. “Priceless.”

“You can say that again.”

“So the hot piece of ass you had in Paris is currently living in your house.”

“Yeah, but now she’s my stepsister. Feckin’ untouchable.”

Eric sighed. “Shit, that sucks to be you.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the end of this train wreck. She’s pregnant.”

“Yours?”

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“You sure?” he asked.