Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0322

Janeen takes a soft minute with me, turning me so that | look at her, making soft shushing noises and wiping my cheeks free of my tears as they fall down my face. “Hey, hey!” she says, “what's all this! No, this is a happy day! A little baby — a real cutie, probably, considering its parents!”

This just makes me cry harder, and Janeen wraps me in her arms. “What's wrong?” she murmurs, comforting me as | wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close. “What could be bad about this? This baby’s got a great mom, an amazing auntie, like two guys offering to step in as dad even though its actual dad is locked up, a gay uncle, a grandpop — plus you are like, stupid rich — what could be bad??”

“Kent's going to be so pissed,” | murmur into her shoulder — and then | start to laugh, hard, as | realize that that’s what’s really bothering me, beyond everything. “Kent got a vasectomy because he didn’t want any more kids — he’s going to hate being a dad in his 40's

“Oh well,” Janeen says, pulling away from me and frowning at me, “then fuck Kent.”

And something about this — probably combined with my stress, and my fear, and the insanity of these two days — has me crackling with laughter, throwing my head back and shaking with it.

“Screw him, Fay!” Janeen says, laughing too, leaning into the joke because she knows it’s making me feel better. “Honestly, if he’s jerk enough to knock you up and then be mad at you for being knocked up, then he doesn’t deserve to have this baby! Which we're going to make super cool, by the way! I’m going to dye its hair pink as soon as it gets some.”

And | nod, brushing at my cheeks with the palms of my hands, letting her put an arm around me as we turn around and start to walk back.

“It's all going to work out, Fay,” she says quietly to me. “Forget about Kent's feelings for a minute. Let’s worry about you. Because,” she smirks at me now, “we've still got to tell dad he’s going to be a grandpa.”

And | groan, closing my eyes and slumping against her.

“No, it will be fun!” she says, laughing and picking up the pace, excited. “We can give him three guesses to figure out who the dad is. He’ll never get it.”

“Fun for the whole family,” | mutter.

Hungry, Janeen and | decide to grab a bite to eat on the way home. It’s dark by the time we get back to the house and we’re both surprised to see the headlights of the car pulling into the driveway.

“How long were we gone?” | ask, surprised. | didn’t think it could be long enough for them to get back so soon. “Whoa,” Janeen says, looking at her watch. “Like, four hours. You cried a lot more than | thought you did.” | glare and give her a shove, but she just grins at me as we walk up to the car.

“Hey, you,” | say, making Jerome jump a little bit as he steps out of the driver’s seat. But his face bursts into a big smile when he sees me.

“Oh hi, money bags,” he says, wrapping me in a big hug as Daniel comes around the front of the car to both of us. “Thanks for the bail money.”

“What!” | say, glaring at Daniel. “You took it out of my account?”

“It was your call,” he says, smirking at me. “I was going to let him rot in there.”

| look up at Jerome, deadpan. “See? Now you have proof of who truly loves you.”

“Oh, | always knew that,” he says, planting a kiss on the top of my head before turning to his boyfriend.

But Janeen’s already at Daniel’s side, smirking up at him. “Nice of you to make your boyfriend drive the moment he gets out of jail, passenger princess.”

Daniel blushes and opens his mouth to protest, but Jerome cuts in. “Oh come,” he says, smirking at her. “I wasn’t safe on the road with him behind the wheel. Or this one,” he says, nodding down at me. “Spoiled rotten, both.”

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“Oh,” dad says, sitting up straight and then looking Daniel right in the eye.

Realizing his mistake, Daniel blushes furiously and drops Jerome’s hand. But it’s too late.

Dad narrows his eyes at Daniel for a moment, putting the pieces together before he speaks. We all wait in silence. “Well if you're with him” dad says, pointing at Jerome, “then who the hell did that?”

And to all of our shock, my dad points a single finger right at my stomach.