Page 72 of Menace

Used to being treated like garbage and discarded. Used to being hurt. Used to being nobody.

Used to not being someone’s number one.

“Stop being such a weeny.”

I muttered to myself as I turned on my side to rest my hand on Ry’s belly.

I knew I had to call Rider to let him know how my appointment went but I needed a couple of minutes to just breathe. To pull myself together. I didn’t want him to see me looking unhappy.

Breathing in and out slowly I settled my racing thoughts and relaxed.

Pulling my body pillow on to my lap I balanced my phone on it and called.

It rang for a bit before he answered. He didn’t even say hello.

“What did the doc say? How’s he doing? Is he healthy?”

I grinned. “Hello to you too, Rider, and yes, he’s very healthy.”

He gave me a brilliant smile.

“Great news, any other developments I should know about?”

I bit my lip and slowly shook my head from side to side.

He instantly read my expression. “What? What’s going on?”

“It’s not bad news, not really.” I drew in a breath. “I’ve told Lucky about Ry but he’s insisting on a DNA test. He doesn’t believe he’s the father.”

He was about to interrupt but I held up my hand and he nodded to let me know to go ahead.

“You know, I don’t fault him for not believing Ry is his but he could at least have given me the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t. He immediately assumed I was lying about him being his father. It pissed me off. And he’s got a woman now, and she’s so vile and slutty.”

Rider frowned heavily.

“He did say she was a job he was doing for his club. I told him I don’t want her anywhere near my son. He wasn’t too happy with me. Not that I care one way or the other.”

He laughed, the asshole laughed at me.

“Stop lying to yourself, Harp. It’s not like you.”

I snorted at him then laughed. “Fine. How are you guys doing?”

He smiled. “We’re good, life is pretty busy at the moment.”

I knew what that meant. I was interrupting him in the middle of a something he was doing for his club.

“I’ve got to go and I know you are busy. Call me when you can and we’ll chat.”

He smiled his lovely smile and shook his head.

“Okay, sweetheart, Delly is going to be annoyed she missed your call. I’ll have her with me tomorrow so be prepared for a call around the same time, okay?”

“Okay. Tell her I love her and miss her and I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

“I will do. Have a good day and we’ll chat some more tomorrow. Love you, Harp.”

It warmed my heart to hear him say he loved me.

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