Eighteen
Sager
It’s been three days since that fucker has been home and I haven’t gotten to see Cameo since.
When I tried to get her to come to me this morning, she said that she had some things to do and that she’d call me later, but I know that it’s because of him. He’s had her in his bed every night since she left me and I want to kill the bastard for it.
I already know he’s fucked her and she was thinking about me through it all. As much as I want to call and demand that she comes over here, I don’t. She hates when I get all demanding on her ass, but I think she secretly loves it when I tell her what to do.
Lying back in my bed, I look at the sonogram picture she left here. The baby doesn’t even look like anything more than a little blip on the screen, but she swears that there is a baby in the photo.
What I don’t tell her is that my worst fear is starting to come true. Alec might be the father to this kid, and there won’t be a damn thing I can do to change it. If that kid is his, she won’t leave him. She’ll stay right there by his side still being the dutiful fiancée and mother to his child.
We never used protection, and once he started to poke holes in the protection, she winds up pregnant. But then again it could have happened. My sister tried to get pregnant for years before it finally happened. I just have to keep hope or whatever it is, that this kid is mine.
I mean it could be a coincidence, but I don’t know for sure.
The thoughts of him being the father and taking them away to New York are eating away at me. I can’t lose them. Halfway across the country isn’t going to work for me. I need her here with me.
My phone rings and I see her name on the screen.
“Hey beautiful,” I greet.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?”
I sit up in bed and check the clock on the nightstand. It’s a little after eight in the morning, and it’s not like her to call me until after he goes to work.
“Of course. What do you need, babe?”
Her sigh fills my ear, and I wait for her to tell me what’s wrong. “So I went to run on the treadmill for twenty minutes, and I got a flat tire.” I laugh at that, and I can already picture the frown on her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the gym? I would have been there.” I get out of bed and pull on a pair of jeans that I left on the floor last night.
“Well, if I would have told you, I would be on my back in your office and not on the treadmill. I already am starting to feel fat, and I just wanted to run.”
I roll my eyes at that. She is not fat and isn’t getting fat. “Babe, you’re pregnant. You’re supposed to gain weight.”
“Ugh. Just please come fix my tire. You can tell me I’m not fat when you get here. Please.” She probably has her lip all puffed out like she does when she wants something. I grab a shirt from my closet and pull it over my head before slipping my feet into a pair of Vans.
“Where are you?”
“Still at the gym.”
“I’ll be there in a minute, and I expect a little sugar for helping the damsel in distress.” She huffs out, and I grin. “Just say you love me then.”
“I love you. Now hurry up. I’m sweaty and starving.” I can hear the grin in her voice. As much as she tries to act like a hard-ass, she just can’t pull it off.
When I pull into the gym parking lot, I see her car, and she’s sitting inside still. Her eyes are on her phone when I park beside her, and it isn’t until I open her car door that she notices me. Her gasp fills the car, and she puts her hand to her chest.
“You scared the crap out of me.” She smacks my stomach, but I ignore it and lean down to kiss her.
“Maybe if you got your nose out of the book on your phone you would have seen me pull up. Pop your trunk.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I kiss her again.
“What did you run over?” I ask, toeing her flat tire with my shoe.
“Nothing.” She looks like one of those innocent little girls, and I reach out to run my hand over her ass, squeezing it before walking over to her trunk to grab the spare tire and jack.
Once I get her tire changed, I press her up against the side of her car. My hands cup her face, and I gently kiss her lips. “Even though you didn’t tell me you were coming here, I’m glad I got to see you for a few minutes.”
Her hand rests on my chest, and she grins up at me. “I love you, Sager.”
“Good. Now come back to my place, and I’ll show you just how much I love you.” She sighs and lets her head fall back against her car.
“I can’t. I have to go. I should have already been home, and I’m sure he’s going to be calling me soon to find out what’s taking me so long.”
“And where are you supposed to be right now?” I trail one of my fingers down the center of her chest like I’ve done a million times.
“Yoga class.” She grins at me, and I shake my head.
“I didn’t know we had yoga classes here. But I can teach you a few moves.” I wink at her and she giggles.
“I’ll text you later.”
“Fine,” I mutter. I hate having to fucking share her. I want her to be coming home to me every night instead of him. ,
“Don’t get all pissy. I love you Sager.” I kiss her again so I don’t say something to piss her off. I’m so close to asking her to move in with me, but I know she’ll just say no.
“I love you too.”
I let her go, and she gets back into her car while I close the trunk of her car. “Take your tire in to get fixed. You can’t drive on this one for long.” She nods her head and blows me a kiss.
“Bye.”
I watch her drive away, and I kick myself for letting her. She’ll fight me on it if I told her to stay, and I swore I would wait for her to come to me.
Instead of heading back home to sit in my house alone, I head inside the gym to get some work done. I need to make up the work schedule for the next three weeks and shit still, even though I don’t feel like doing a damn thing.
“I’m surprised you didn’t pull your girl into your office with you for a quick fuck before sending her on her way,” Jenner says leaning against the doorjamb.
“She said she needed to go. I didn’t even know she was here until she called to ask me to change her tire.” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I just shrug. I don’t know why she didn’t say anything either, but I’m not going to say anything about it.
“That’s weird as fuck. Maybe she didn’t want you to know she was here.”
“No idea, brother. She just went home to him.”
“Is shit between the two of you still good?” he questions, coming in and taking a seat in the chair in front of my desk.
“Yeah, things are fine. I found out why she still hasn’t left him though.” He puts his elbows on his knees and leans in.
“She told you after you guys left the bar?” I nod, and he just waits for me to tell him.
“She’s pregnant.”
He leans back in the chair and lets out a whistle. “Fuck man. Is it yours?”
“She doesn’t know. She’s still being the dutiful fiancée even though she swears she doesn’t love him. Fuck, she tells me she loves me, but here we are still in this fucked up circle, never really moving in either direction.”
“Sometimes I swear this shit couldn’t get worse for you, and then you tell me this shit. Make her decide what she wants. You’re letting her use you, and it’s slowly destroying you. I see it written all over your face, Sager. You’re one of my best friends, and I hate that this shit is eating away at you.”
“Yeah, seven months is a long time. I just can’t give her up though. I crave her like nothing before, and I don’t want to lose her.”
“Seven months should give her all the answers she needs. If she loves you man, she should be able to fully commit or say goodbye.”
I lean back in my chair and run my hands over my face. “Fuck,” I grit out.
“Force her to choose. I know it’s going to fucking suck and that she might not choose you but then you won’t be in this limbo waiting for something to happen.”
“I know you’re fucking right, and if you were in this position, I’d say the same damn thing, but that baby could be mine too.”
He nods and rubs the back of his neck. “You’ve been fucking her without protection.” I nod my head, not really caring if he knows or not. “And he doesn’t use it either?”
“She told me they use protection but that he said something when she told him she was pregnant that made her question it.” He starts to laugh, and I stay quiet for a second.
“Did he do something to make it not effective?” I nod, and he just shakes his head. “Does he know about the affair?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I hate to be the one to say this, but I think he does. Why else would he try to get her pregnant on purpose?”
“Fuck if I know. He wants to move her to New York too.”
“Sager man, he has to know. Or he’s got some other shit up his sleeve.” I think about that for a second, but my phone starts to ring. Looking down at the screen, I push all thoughts of Alec and whatever shit he’s trying to pull out of my head and answer it.
“What’s up, G?” I ask in greeting.
“Come by the house. Let’s play some Madden. I know you ain’t doing shit at the gym.” I grin.
“Fuck yeah. I’m on my way.” I hang up and shove my phone into my pocket. “I’m heading to G’s to play Madden. Call me if she comes back?” He nods and slaps me on the back as he stands.
“Don’t be stupid, Sager.”
He already knows that when it comes to Cameo Hartley, I do stupid shit. I would give up everything I have just to have her in my arms at the end of the day.
I head out of the gym and to my car, taking off toward G’s. One good thing about heading over there is that she lives only a block or two away from him. I’ll be closer to her just in case Jenner is right. Maybe he does know, and maybe he’s getting ready to make a move of some kind.
Either way, I’ll be ready for whatever it is that is going to happen.