The Jackpot Screwer (Love in Dayton #2) - Nikki Ashton Page 0,2
Lollipop, tell me what’s wrong.”
She took a deep breath and watched me carefully, her chin quivering as she contemplated whether I was worthy of an explanation.
“Well?” I coaxed.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out. “You impregnated me, you stupid idiot. You and your super swimmers made a baby.”
The last thing I remember was the image of Bronte going all fuzzy and me shouting out, “It’s a lie.” .
Carter sipped the sweet tea and eyed me warily, like it was all my fault.
Okay, I was fifty percent culpable, but he’d been the one to put his dick inside of me. And okay, so I’d asked him to, but how was I to know that the one time we forgot to use a condom he’d manage to hit the jackpot.
“Well.” I sighed crossing my arms over my already sensitive boobs. “It’s pretty obvious that you’re not happy about the situation. I mean, unless of course you’re having sympathetic fainting spells. Just wait until the labor pains.”
The impregnator’s face blanched and he took another huge gulp of tea.
“Nothing to say?” I snapped. “Okay, well I guess we’re done here.”
“No,” Carter cried and put his cup down. “I have plenty to say. Like, how?”
“Well, I don’t know if you remember,” I replied with a bite. “But you put your penis inside my vagina and wiggled about a bit and then collapsed on top of me and began snoring in my ear.”
“That was not how it went,” Carter cried. “And you know it.”
He was right, I did know it. It was so much better than that, but I’d be damned if I’d let him know. After all, he’d given me a baby which I wasn’t ready for.
“You and me,” Carter said, getting up from the sofa. “We are dynamite in bed, especially as I always put one hundred percent into everything I do.”
“Yeah, you do,” I snarked. “And this time you not only put one hundred percent in but a damn baby too.”
Not wanting him to see me cry again, I turned away and took a deep breath. This could not be happening to me. It was the worst possible time. I was twenty-four years old and was only a year into owning my beauty salon. I loved going out and getting drunk with Ellie or fooling around with Carter, I wasn’t ready to be a mother. Shit, my own family was falling apart, how the hell could I create another with the idiot standing opposite to me. There was no way he was ready.
“You can’t even do your own laundry,” I burst out. “How the hell are you supposed to bring up a child?”
If I’d expected Carter to give me any assurances, I’d have been wrong. He simply shrugged and fell weakly back onto the sofa.
I’d known this would be his reaction. Deep down, I’d guessed he’d be real unhappy about it. God knew I wasn’t actually ecstatic about it myself. That’s why I’d ended things with him. Maybe it had been a spur of the moment decision. A whim based on his stupid face when he’d asked me what was wrong, but it was the right decision all the same.
“I think you should go,” I said moving toward the door. “Mom will be home soon, and I need to tell her.”
Carter nodded slowly and stood up again. “Don’t you think we should tell her together? Or maybe I should come with you to see your dad.”
My parents were currently ‘taking some time out’ and Dad was renting an apartment in the same block as Carter, on the other side of town. They’d been having therapy for the last four weeks since Dad moved out and Mom was hopeful. Apparently, Mom had felt neglected for the last year and Dad just didn’t see why. He thought buying her new boobs was showing her plenty of attention; Mom thought it meant he didn’t like her old ones. And they say the parents are the sensible ones.
“I’ll tell him myself,” I replied. “I’ll be doing this by myself anyway. I may as well start now.”
Carter took a step back. “Who says you’re doing it alone?”
“Well me.” I shrugged. “It’s obvious this isn’t what you want, so…”
“Is it what you want?” he asked. “Is it what you planned for?”
“No, of course it wasn’t what I planned for.”
“But you’re going to do it, anyway, be a mom?”
“Of course, I am.”
His eyes went dark as he pushed his hands to his hips. “Well, then so am I. We are both responsible.”