Free Baller's Baby - A Bad Boy Romance by Saylor Bliss Page A

know what to say. I wait to see what her best friend
has to say, knowing that will tell me more than anything else whether I still
have a chance.
    “Oh,”
she pauses, thinking. I hear a door shut and imagine her walking outside so she
can let loose on me without Skila hearing. “I’ll tell her I found her phone . .
. when you bring it over tomorrow. Bring coffee,” she says and hangs up.
    I want
to fist bump whatever god is on my side tonight, but I hold it back, not
wanting to rub my small victory in the face of the fates. At least now, I know
there is still a chance, no matter how small. I’ll win her back if it's the
last thing I do. It’s funny how much my life has changed over the course of the
last three weeks. I don’t even remember the last time I went out or the last
bitch I brought home. None of the countless women across the country matter to
me anymore. Only one.
    My
Midnight Sky.
    Walking
back inside, I feel lighter, happier. I have hope for a brighter future. I toss
Skila’s handbag on the counter next to her heels and head to the refrigerator
to grab a beer, but I don’t make it. A strange voice fills my kitchen,
startling me. I whip back around, wondering who the hell is here, before I
realize its coming from Skila’s phone. I must have bumped someone’s number when
I set it down. Picking it up, I glance down to see who I accidentally called,
but its connected to voicemail. About that time, the words coming across the
line register and I’m stuck standing there, dumbfounded.
    “Miss Parker. This is Rachael with
Dr. Banks. I’ve got your blood results in, and I’m happy to inform you that you
do not have the flu. You’re pregnant. Congratulations. Call the office as soon
as possible to set up a prenatal appointment.”
    I press
replay three times, and I can't fucking believe it.
    She’s
pregnant.
    I have
no doubt exactly whose baby it is. If Camryn were here, I'd punch his fucking
lights out for making her go through this shit alone. She deserves better, but
no, he had to go off and get himself fucking killed, the bastard. I can't imagine
how she’s going to feel when she hears the news. Her world already came
crashing in around her tonight. This is just the fucking icing on the cake. I
hate the idea of her hurt, afraid and alone. I don’t understand it, but over
the last few weeks, this woman has completely invaded me. She has conquered my
restless soul and made me feel, for once, that there is more to life than
playing ball and fucking bitches.
    I'll be
there for her. I'll be there for her and her unborn child. It's the least I can do. Hell, it’s all I want to do. Now
that I know she’s pregnant, no other thought has room in my mind. Clouds
overhead part, letting the moon shine down on me, and I imagine it’s Camryn
offering me his blessing from his place high in the heavens. I’ve got this. I
can do this. How hard will it be to raise a kid? Shit, I make enough money that
I can pay someone to do it for me—not that I would. My brother’s baby deserves
better than that. Skila deserves more than that. I’ll be the best fucking daddy
in the world.
    Walking
back in my front door, another thought suddenly hits me. So out of the blue, I
almost double over with the pain the thought alone causes me. What if she
decides to abort? What if she doesn’t want kids, or what if she just doesn’t
want Camryn's kid? I can’t blame her if she doesn’t. The father is dead. As far
as she knows, she’ll be going at it all alone.
    No. I
won’t let her.
    I don’t care what it takes. I refuse
to let her abort the baby. I'll do and say whatever it fucking takes to make sure
she follows through with the pregnancy. I’ll let her know that I want it. I’ll
make a great fucking daddy. I know it's going to be hard, but I’ve got a plan. We're family, whether she likes it or not, and I’m going to
be there, no matter what.

 

 
 
 
    Chapter
Sixteen
    Skila

 
    Someone
is knocking on my front