Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 119

Wren

[Two Days Later]

"Congratulations! You're two weeks pregnant, Miss Carlisle." The doctor, Felicia, smiles warmly at me.

I inhale sharply. Everything in me stills, completely.

A lump slides down my throat. "H-how?"

"Uh..." she frowns. "I don't think—"

"I m-mean we were careful, my partner and I," I explain, heart pounding. "I'm on the pill."

"Oh dear, sometimes these things happen. Having a baby is..."

My brain tunes her out as I slowly splay my shaky hands across my belly.

A baby.

How could I not have noticed that I'd missed my period? I've always taken the pills, religiously.

But more importantly, what would Ezra say? We never got to properly talk about our future, babies, marriage.

Tristan is still out there, Reggie. Ezra's not taking my calls, Ray and I are not on speaking terms...And now, a baby?

MaryAnne was born just last week.

A single tear rolls down my cheek, hot and fat.

"Is everything okay?" Felicia's voice pulls me back to the present.

I swipe my cheek harshly, sniffling. "I..y-yes. Th-thank you, doc." I take my purse and stand.

She hands me a card and some papers. "I will be your doctor, the papers have all the appointment dates, and my card is for whenever you have questions. You can always call me, Miss Carlisle."

"Thank you." I nod jerkily, and hightail it out of there, ignoring the confused looks I get.

When I burst into the cool afternoon air, I place my hands on my knees and just...breathe.

A baby. I'm having a baby...Ezra's baby.

Ray's gonna kill us.

Oh god.

My lips wobble and I bite down on them to hold back the tears. When I straighten, I see Donovan walking towards me.

"Do you need help?" He reaches for my bag.

I jerk out of his hold, glaring. "No. I'm fine."

"Let's get going then." He walks ahead to the car and I trail after him. "Ray asked where you went."

"What did you tell him?"

"The truth."

I stop in my tracks. "You told him I was at the hospital?"

"Yes." He nods.

"What?" I shriek. "I told you that if he asks, you should tell him I went to do a little shopping, Donovan!"

He pops the passenger door open, and pins me with a hard look. "I work for your brother, not you. Don't ask me to lie for you, Wren, because I won't. Get in."

My jaw slacks. It opens and closes, yet no words come out.

Silently, I pop open the back door and slide in, anger bubbling in my chest.

Wariness. That was what I felt whenever Donovan was close by, but now...it is pure hatred.

Jesus, this guy is rude, condescending and has no empathetic bone in his body.

I glare at him through the rear mirror as he drives out.

"What did you go to do at the hospital?" He asks after a while.

Scoffing, I roll my eyes. "Like you give a damn."

"I don't. Ray asked, and I have to give him an answer."

"Well, you and Ray can go fuck yourselves. Tell him that's what I said."

His cold eyes meet mine through the mirror. Nothing like Ezra's, no warmth, no sparkle.

Ray and I need to talk because I'd rather drive myself than be driven by this...this...prick!

The silence grounds my emotions a bit, and I sigh, looking out at the window.

What am I going to do about this baby?

Judi's eyes widen through the laptop screen, and Quincy exhales.

"You're really pregnant?" Judi asks for the fifth time. "Damn, Ezra really put a baby in you?"

I frown. "Stop trying to be funny."

"I'm not." She snorts. "On the contrary, I am very serious. I mean, I'm not surprised you're pregnant because have you seen that man look at you? If you could get pregnant by just staring, you'd have been pregnant with baby number ten by now."

Quincy bursts into laughter.

"Ha. Ha," I mutter dryly.

After I got home, I made Quincy read out the papers the doctor gave me, all the appointments date which she also helped set an alarm for.

Judi grins. "Oh come on, cheer up. I know it's bad timing, honey. Have you told him?"

"I just got back from the hospital. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this."

"What do you think he'll say?"

Quincy replies, "He's a decent man. He'll take responsibility."

"It's not just about taking responsibility. Is this what he wants? You said he already has a daughter."

"I don't know, Judi." I shrug. "But he needs to know."

"And what about you?" Quincy turns to me.

"What about me?"

"Yes. Do you want this baby?"

I wrap a protective hand around my tummy, the insinuation in that question churns my belly.

"I'm keeping my baby," I defend. "Whether Ezra is onboard or not."

Judi nods slowly. "Okay. We're all here for you, anything you need, Wren."

"Yeah," Quincy agrees. "We'll support whatever you decide."

An appreciative smile crosses my lips, and my eyes threaten to water again. God, I'm so tired of crying, of balling my eyes out.

But this is what family does. They support each other, love each other.

Not beat up one another to a pulp.

"Please don't tell Ray," I say to Quincy. "I'll tell him myself, when I'm ready."

"I promise, I won't tell him."

My fingers fiddle with my phone, my mind racing. "I sh-should call him."

"What if he doesn't pick up?" Judi asks.

I shrug. "I'll just try...again."

The thing is, I haven't called Ezra in two days, and he hasn't called me either. Neither has he responded to my voicemails and wonky texts.

For a second, I thought he'd be worried when he didn't get my calls or texts. Unfortunately, he isn't.

And it's disappointing.

I know he needs space, and time...but not even a text? Not even one?

My thumb hovers over his name, and with a shaky breath, I press down on the call button.

And I hold my breath.

Pick up, please... please.

It rings, and rings, and rings. He doesn't pick up.

I try again.

And again.

And again.

"He's not...picking up," I choke out, voice thick.

My nose stings, and everything blurs for a moment.

Quincy throws a hand over my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"He's being a little bitch," Judi seethes. "I should call him and give him a piece of my mind."

"No need for that, Judi," Quincy says.

A deep breath leaves my lungs. "What am I going to do now? I c-can't reach him, and he needs to know."

"What if you go to his house?" Judi raises a brow.

I shake my head. "I can't. He's not home, and Donovan is a pain in my ass. He'll tell Ray."

Silence falls, all of us lost in our thoughts while I try to figure out what to do. Should I call him with another phone?

Maybe Ray's?

That's risky.

"He'll be home the day after tomorrow," Quincy suddenly mumbles.

My brows pinch. "How...how do you know that?"

She presses her lips together, shifting away from me.

"Quincy?"

"He calls, okay?" She caves. "He calls me."

I freeze, body stiffening. "He calls you?"

"It's nothing like that."

"He calls you but doesn't...call me?"

Hurt. It wraps around my chest, squeezing. I don't know if to be offended by her betrayal, or the fact that he calls her.

Not me.

"He calls everyday, Wren, to ask about you," she mutters. "He asked me not to tell you. He checks in on you, knows how many times you've eaten, asks if you've still been crying, begs me to cheer you up...that's why he calls."

And now, I am so fucking pissed.

"Why can't he call me himself to find out all those things?" My jaw flexes. "What's his reason for not taking my calls?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is that he's not giving up on you. Yes, he needs some time, but he's still very much present in your relationship."

"Does Ray know he's been talking to you?" Judi takes the question right from my mouth.

She nods. "Yes. And he doesn't like it, but I don't give a damn."

I roll my lips between my teeth, feet tapping on the ground as my fists curl into a ball.

They both wait for my reply.

What's there to say? Absolutely nothing.

I'm pissed, very much so, but...maybe, just maybe, I also find it a little sweet.

"When did you say he'll be home?" I lift a brow.

"The day after tomorrow."

"I need to see him. Without Donovan or Ray finding out."

"I've got you." Quincy nods. "I'll help you sneak out."

"Is that going to be possible?"

"Definitely."

Judi whoops with a wide grin. "Go get your man, honey!"