Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 294

“What!” I gasp, shocked, but then I get very angry very fast, ripping my arm out of Jerome’s hand for the third time in about an hour. “I don’t even know if there is a father, Jerome!”

“Of course there’s a father –“ he shouts, his voice cracking because apparently he’s as freaked out as I am.

“I don’t even know if there’s a baby!” I yell in response, gesturing fervently at the pregnancy tests.

“Ohhh my god,” he groans, sinking back on his own ass and putting his head in his hands. I glance around briefly at the other customers who studiously avoid our aisle but don’t hesitate to glance down it, their eyes wide and curious. I bury my instinct to snarl at them all to go fuck themselves and turn my attention back to Jerome.

“Seriously, Fay,” he says, raising his eyes to look at me with sorrow and worry all over his face. “Who is the father? Is it Ivan? Because –“

“Oh my god, Jerome,” I snap, leaning forward to smack him hard on the arm. “Of course it’s not Ivan – you know that I’ve only been sleeping with Kent!”

“I don’t know that, Fay,” Jerome growls between his teeth, saying my name like it’s a curse. “You’ve had plenty of time alone with Ivan to get knocked up! It’s the only thing that makes sense, considering Kent’s vasectomy!”

I stare at him, my mouth dropping open a little. “How do you know about that?”

“Everyone knows about that!” Jerome shouts, throwing his hands wide. “Do you seriously think Kent has kept it a secret? All the women he’s brought around – you think he hasn’t made it clear to all of them, to everyone, that trying to trap him into childcare payments for the next eighteen years isn’t going to work?”

“Well, I don’t know then!” I cry, throwing my hands in the air, starting to freak out more that Jerome is starting to freak out. “It’s a miracle then! Or maybe it’s the second coming of Jesus! Or maybe I’m sick! All I know is that I have only ever slept with Kent, and now I haven’t gotten my period in six weeks – and that’s literally all I –“

I heave a heavy sigh and shrug, my mouth starting to tremble again as I look helplessly at him, the keys in one hand, the pregnancy test in the other.

“I don’t have any money,” I admit, my words squeaky and trembling as they fall from my lips.

Jerome tilts his head back and stares at the ceiling for a second, taking a deep breath. “Rich girls,” I hear him murmur. “Why do rich girls…never have any money.”

But then he brings his head back down and looks at me, and I start to cry harder when I see the sympathy in his eyes. And my friend walks forward and wraps an arm around my shoulders as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet.

“Come on, Fay,” he sighs, leading me forward to the scandalized teller. “I’ve never bought you a drink, so I guess a pregnancy test will have to do instead.”