Hell. I didn’t want her to think I was doubting what she had told me before. She had to get that this was just a huge shock to me. “Ok. All right. Got it. Good.” Shut up, Jay.
“I can drop the results off at your house, if you want. I know you’re not home, but I can stick them in the mailbox.”
“You can do that, though you don’t need to.” I believed what she had told me. Though seeing it in writing might be cool. “So, when is your next doctor appointment?” I think that was the right thing to ask.
“I had one two weeks ago. Right now, I go monthly, so in two weeks, I have another one.”
“Good, great.” I was like the freaking rain man right now. I didn’t know what was going to come out of my mouth, but I was sure whatever it was, I was going to sound like a moron.
“Yup.”
“Uh, let me know when it is, and I’ll come with.” That was the right thing to do. I think.
“You don’t need to do that. It’s just a checkup to make sure my baby is growing and developing.”
“Our baby,” I corrected.
“Yes, sorry. Our baby. Still adjusting to the fact, you know.”
“Let me know when the appointment is, and I’ll be there. You’ve got my number so make sure to call me whenever you need.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “Right. I’m sure I’ll be fine, though.”
Delaney wasn’t going to call me. Not at all. I wasn’t sure if she liked the fact I was the father or not. That didn’t matter, though, because while I may be adjusting to the fact I was going to be a father, that didn’t mean I was going anywhere. “I’ll call you in a few days, Delaney.”
“Jay, you don’t need to do that,” she insisted. “I’m just working and going to school.”
“Just keep your phone by you. I’m pretty busy on weekends the car is running, but I’ll be there if you need me.” I may be a few states away, but if she needed someone to talk to or anything, I would answer my phone.
“Will do,” she muttered.
Delaney wasn’t going to call me, but you can bet your ass I was going to be calling her.
*
Chapter Five
Delaney
“You’re not going to believe the gossip Christy told me.”
I looked up from my half-eaten piece of pie. “You and Christy thrive on the gossip of the pit crew,” I laughed. I may not know the pit crew personally, but it felt like I did. Mom mostly talked about Frankie and Brooks since Brooks was Christy’s son, but every now and then, she would talk about Jay and Remy.
When I slept with Jay, I hadn’t known at the time he was the Jay my mom knew, and when I figured it out, it wasn’t a big deal since I never planned on seeing him again. But now, all that had changed. I would be seeing Jay for the rest of my life.
I may know who Jay was, but Jay and the rest of the pit crew didn’t know I was Susan’s daughter.
“Because those kids lead some interesting lives. Brooks falling for Frankie was primetime news, but this completely trumps that. It’s about Jay, and if you know anything from what I’ve told you about him, then you know it’s juicy.”
My stomach dropped, and my fork froze mid-air.
Oh, shit.
I had been gathering my courage to tell Mom about the baby through dinner and now dessert, but she might already know my big news.
“He got a girl pregnant.” She dropped the news like a bomb and kept talking. “But he has no idea who the girl is. Doesn’t even remember being with her.” Mom babbled like a toddler on a sugar rush. “Christy also told me Frankie likes her and hopes Jay pulled his head out of his ass long enough to realize he’s got a girl.”
I blinked slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay?” she squealed. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“Uh, I’m glad Frankie likes her and hope Jay snaps out of it?” I had a ton to say about what she just revealed, but I would probably shock the hell out of her. “I don’t know these people, Mom. I can’t exactly act like I know them.”
She huffed and grabbed her empty bowl. “Gossip, girl. It’s just fun to know what’s going on in these young kids’ lives.”
“I’m a young kid, and you don’t get this excited when I ace a class or land the clinicals I want.”
She leveled her gaze on me. “I’m proud of you for those things and brag to everyone I know about them. This is entertainment.”
Would she be as entertained if she found out I was the chick Jay couldn’t remember?
I think not.
“Well, I’m glad his misfortune is entertaining.”
“Oh posh, Delaney. I didn’t raise you to be a stick in the mud. You totally take after your father when it comes to that. He was always thinking about work even when he wasn’t working.”
“Who says I’m thinking about work right now?” I wasn’t actually. I just didn’t want to laugh about Jay because I was pretty sure that would put bad karma all over me. I needed all of the good karma I could get at that moment.
“Well, you’re thinking about something that isn’t fun. I assume it’s work because just looking at those school books makes me want to fall asleep. Plus, you’ve had that tiny little crease between your eyes all night. Means you’re thinking about something hard and no fun.”
“Hard and no fun?” Thank God she couldn’t read my mind even though she was pretty damn close to what I was thinking about. “I’m just trying to eat my pie and spend time with you before you go off jet-setting with Christy for three weeks.”
“Not like I want to,” she grumbled.
I shoveled the last bite of my pie into my mouth and held out the plate to her. “You’re pie was delicious as always, Mama.”
She patted me on the head. “There’s my little girl.” She grabbed the plate and walked into the kitchen.
I grabbed my empty coffee cup and followed her. I wished like hell I could have an actual cup of coffee right now, but I had started drinking decaf tea since I found out I was pregnant.
Tea sucked when you were craving coffee, which was all of the time for me. Being a med student and doing clinicals was the perfect reason to drink coffee.
But now I was pregnant.
No caffeine for the baby or me.
Blah.
“What are you going to do when you’re gone?” I asked. “You won’t have all of the gossip.”
She flitted her hand toward me. “Frankie has already promised Christy she would call with daily updates.”
Oh, great. Even if my mom wasn’t here, she was going to be updated about Jay. Though this could possibly work in my favor. I could get better insight to what Jay was thinking. “So, what is this guy going to do?” I asked. I grabbed the dish towel and waited for Mom to hand me clean dishes to dry.
“Not sure. Last Frankie said, Jay is acting ornery and not really talking.”
“I’m assuming he’s quite the talker normally.” I had to assume a lot about Jay since I had only spent a few hours with him, and most of that time, we didn’t do a lot of talking.