Bad Boy's Baby (27 page)

I ended the call. I told her, but someone else deserved to know how I felt. Somewhere, out in the world, Jack drowned in his own solitude and misery. No man I loved should ever have felt so alone when I was here waiting for him.

When me and his baby were waiting for him.

I set the stuffed animal on the ground and pushed from the chair.

The sharpness in my womb stopped me. It wasn’t just discomfort. Standing caused a spike of pain through my body. I clutched my tummy. I took a step and felt it again.

Tears blurred my vision, but, as always, I had a plan, and it didn’t include panicking.

I held my phone tight and gripped the baby’s crib, my heart beating entirely too fast and terrified for the littlest trouble-maker. Jack’s phone went straight to voicemail. I steadied my voice as I left the message, hoping he’d get it before anything bad happened.

“Jack…it’s me. I think something’s wrong.” I held back my tears, but I hic-upped when another step pinched the pain inside me again.  “Please call me. I have to go to the hospital.”

Chapter Twenty-One – Jack

Bryon was always down for a drink…or a line, though even I wasn’t that stupid.

One call and he had the crew assembled at his house, each person hauling a case of something more potent and expensive than the last. Beer. Wine. One particularly good-looking bottle of scotch.

We met in his living room because, as the rest of the team had so recklessly experienced, when a majority of Rivets met in public, it usually caused problems for both the establishment and the idiots inside who picked fights.

But tonight wasn’t about reliving old mistakes. Tonight was for making new ones. Apparently, that was all I was good for.

Jack Carson—trouble-maker, womanizer, delinquent.

Father
?

Oh, not yet. I still had five and a half months to ruin my own life, let alone screw up the kid’s.

At least the baby had Leah. She had enough common sense and conviction to get what she needed out of life, even if it wasn’t me.

But why didn’t she want me? Didn’t she realize how much I
fucking
cared? What I’d do for her? What she and the baby had
done
to me?

And it was all for nothing. She didn’t even know that I…

Fuck it.

Bryon clapped my shoulder and shuffled me to his living room. His place was ten thousand square feet of a sty because he couldn’t stop harassing his maids long enough to let them clean the damn house. He puffed a cigar and pointed me to the couch.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked.

I didn’t grab my crutches on the way out of the house. I regretted it now. At least they gave the impression that I was hurt. With a limp, I looked like some heroic war vet to the three women Bryon had called specifically for our gathering. The women—two blondes and a girl with skin as dark as Leah’s—hurried to cuddle at my side. Bryon grinned. They crawled over the leather couch in miniskirts with nothing underneath.

Just the sort of trouble I liked.

Used to like.

Why did I once like this?

I couldn’t cast Leah from my mind, and the whores crowding me didn’t help. Leah had been the last woman to sit in my lap, and she turned my world upside down with the bump of her hips and the sexy smile she gave when I caressed her tummy.

She didn’t have a clue how amazing she was, and she got more beautiful by the day. I couldn’t wait to see what else the pregnancy did for her. She thought I wouldn’t be attracted to her once she grew too big. Christ, she’d be lucky if I could keep my hands off of her.

Had I ever told her that?

Did I ever tell her anything? I know what I’d felt in bed. Every time I took her was a more meaningful and romantic experience than the last, but I never thought to say the words that crushed me from the inside out.

Fuck, was I that stupid?

The blond snuggled too close and tried to whisper in my ear. I pushed her away.

 “Jack, what the hell is wrong with you?” Bryon handed me a tumbler filled with something that was sure to burn my throat. “Drink, man. Get your dick sucked. Stop moping. You’re freaking me the fuck out.”

“Sorry.” I stared into the tumbler. Bryon took the couch across from me, my two loyal offensive lineman, Orlando and Marcus, on the other side of the room. “It’s just...Leah.”

“The bitch?”

“She’s not a bitch.” My voice rose. Bryon apologized. “She went to the doctor without me.”

Bryon shrugged. “Baby okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I didn’t go. She didn’t want me there.”

“Fuck man, sounds like she did you a favor. Who wants to spend their time in an OBGAGA-whatever the fuck it is. Fucking baby shit everywhere and ovaries.” Bryon shuddered. “Gives me the willies.”

“Yeah, and how many women ended up there because of you?”

“Ain’t no one suing me for paternity. You fucked yourself up there, son.”

No, I hadn’t. That baby and its mother were the greatest things in my life. I sipped the alcohol. It was a cheap scotch, but it did the job.

“You need to bust outta that relationship,” Bryon said. “That bitc—lady’s got you collared.”

“Don’t mind it.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t seem too happy now. Hell, we haven’t seen you out at all. Not a party unless Jack Carson makes an appearance, baby.”

I shrugged. “Been busy.”

“Dump her ass and get your life back.”

“It’s complicated.” Just the thought of losing Leah pitted my stomach. “She’s helping me. If I’m with her, it looks good to the league. You got me? And since they’re looking for any reason to fuck me over…”

Bryon glanced to the linemen. His lips twisted into a smile. “Jack, you worried about your position?”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“Dude, fucking relax. Look.” His voice lowered as he gestured to our friends. “Matt’s doing
okay
, but you say the word, and we can make him a little less comfortable in the pocket.”

It was like he sucker-punched me. “What?”

“Just sayin’. Maybe some blocks get missed. Maybe he’s gotta hurry a couple passes. Matt ain’t got the skills you do. We made him look good. If you think it’ll help, we can make him look…not as good.”

“Jesus
fuck
, listen to yourself!”  I nearly leapt off the couch. My knee didn’t cooperate, or I’d have split right then.  “Christ,
no
! I’m not gonna let you
throw the games
because you want me under center. I want my position because I’m the
best
at it, not because—”

Bryon held his hands up. “Okay, okay. Just sayin’, Jack. Offer stands.”

“I don’t need it.” I set the glass down too hard, spilling the liquid. “And if I
ever
think one of you assholes isn’t putting in a hundred percent—”

“No one’s doing anything, Jack. Fucking calm down.” Bryon grinned. “We’re all friends here.”

He snapped his fingers, and one blonde slunk away to entertain Orlando and Marcus. They retreated to the corner of the room. Bryon kept the second blonde for himself.

The third woman waited for me, brushing ebony fingers along my chest.

“Thought she was more your type.” Bryon winked.

She wasn’t. Leah was. This girl was a poor imitation.

Her skin wasn’t Leah’s rich cocoa softness. Her touch on my shoulder wasn’t the timid tickle of Leah’s hand. I always had to tell Leah she was allowed to touch me, especially to hold on as I fucked her into oblivion every night in my bed.

Our bed?

Fucking,
a
bed. It didn’t matter whose. It just mattered that
she
was in it.

“You seem tense, baby,” the woman whispered. “Can I help?”

Bryon nodded. I wasn’t in the mood and I certainly wasn’t looking for anyone else.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but the revelation wasn’t a surprise. I wanted
Leah
and
Leah
alone.

“Don’t…” I pushed the woman away. She pouted, and I shrugged. “Nothing against you.”

“But…”

“No buts. Not interested.”

“But you’re Jack Carson…” The girl laughed. “I thought tonight would be fun.”

Since when did I have to explain myself or my cock? Was my reputation that bad? Did people really think I’d hump anything that talked?

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the sonogram. I wasn’t sure what I was doing with it, but the image still made me smile. I showed the woman.

“That’s my baby,” I said. “He’s got my squiggles, right?”

“Oh.” The woman didn’t even look at the picture. “You do need some attention.”

“What?”

“You know...Momma’s at home all sick and moody. And Daddy?” She licked her lips. “Daddy needs some extra love. I can help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Come on. What are you worried about? Just one night, Jack. Just me and you. No strings. No
babies
or
wives
.”

“She’s not my wife.” Why the hell hadn’t I offered to marry her?

“Even better. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her...”

The woman licked her lips and tugged her shirt low, revealing the plump flesh of her breasts.

Was this what I once wanted? Meaningless, casual,
forgettable
sex? It used to feel good, and it got me off. No questions. No leashes. I always made a quick escape before the girl wanted something stupid like breakfast or my number.

Or to present me as someone respectable to the world.

To make me think of someone other than myself.

To have my baby.

Jesus. I never used to want commitment and family and all the shackles that came with it, but now? It was the only thing that made sense.

I’d pissed Leah off. I needed to talk to her before she made good on her threat and left. And, once I found her, I wasn’t letting go. No more
chances
.  None of this hesitant, uncertain bullshit. Leah was the only woman for me—for now and forever. For the first time in my life, I needed something other than the championship to prove my worth.

I wanted someone to love.

I pushed the woman off of me and waved to Bryon. “I gotta go home.”

Bryon grunted, forcing the blonde’s hand back to his jeans. “Let her cool down. Those pregos get worked up all the damn time.”

“Yeah, I don’t want her worked up. I gotta make sure she’s not imploding. Thanks for…”

For showing me how hollow everything had been. For proving Leah right and me wrong and finally accepting that I had more in my life than superficial bullshit.

I nodded to him. “See ya tomorrow.”

I let myself out, sucking in a breath of fresh air as the night choked the world. I used to like that too. No one could see what or who you did in the dark. But tonight just felt too…alone.

I hopped in my car and pulled my phone. I’d turned it off in my rage like a jackass. Didn’t surprise me to see Leah’s name pop up on a missed call. At least she had the sense to call like a rational adult when times got tough.

I pulled onto the street and checked the message, but my fingers clenched over the wheel as Leah’s voice whimpered over the phone. The voice mail was from an hour ago. The fear in her words transferred to me, chilling my blood and slicing through my flesh in a raw agony.

The message played once.

I thought hurting my knee was terrifying. This was worse.

This was hell.

This was every terrible nightmare come to life because I was too goddamned selfish to consider the world beyond myself.

I jammed the brake and spun the car one hundred and eighty degrees in the middle of the intersection. The car squealed and peeled out, racing towards the city’s hospital.

Her words scalded my mind, replaying over and over.

“
Jack…it’s me. I think something’s wrong. Please call me. I have to go to the hospital
.”

Chapter Twenty-Two – Jack

The highway blurred under the car. I didn’t check to see how suicidally fast I drove.

 I passed six cars on the right, two on the left, and weaved between any asshole who couldn’t figure out how their fucking accelerator worked. Nothing would stop me from getting to the hospital.

Nothing.

It was my fault. I got her upset. I fought with her. I left. And then something happened to the baby.

Fuck, I knew something wasn’t right with her. The signs were there. She was tired. Weak. She grabbed the couch for support.

What the hell did I do?

My heart crushed itself against my ribs. It wasn’t fair. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to Leah, but if the
baby
was in danger?

Fuck
.

I wasn’t a good man. I wasn’t a role model. But goddamn it, I thought I could be a good father.

A good husband.

If I had the chance. If Leah gave me a chance and the damn world cut me a fucking break, I’d prove to everyone that Jack Carson wasn’t some bastard who only wanted a quick fuck, fast cars, and no responsibilities.
Nothing
sounded better to me than a night spent rocking my baby to sleep in my arms as I watched the late night sport highlights.

I laid on the horn and passed another idiot going under the speed limit in the left lane. Ten minutes lost. It felt like ten days. I was too late to get ahold of Leah. She didn’t answer her phone, and I hoped that meant she was already with a doctor and not…

Not that she couldn’t answer her phone for whatever reason.

This was bullshit. I forced the car faster and raced the highway itself, slowing only so I didn’t break my neck skidding off the ramp and into the city. The hospital was less than a mile away, but the instant I peeled onto Hayes Street, red and blue lights flashed in my mirror.

The police cruiser whistled his siren and pulled behind my bumper.

This wasn’t happening.

“Fuck…not now!” I slammed a hand against the wheel. Hurt myself. That was all we needed. Broken fingers with speeding tickets, leaving Leah alone in the hospital, terrified for herself and the baby and…