Page 144 of One Baby Daddy
But not going isn’t an option.
Adjusting the elastic band of my jeans, I take a look at myself one more time. I look like a moose. The Quakes shirt Emma gave me with Hayden’s name and number on the back is entirely too tight around my stomach but I keep it on, wanting to show my support.
I forgot to hand out the tickets to the other girls in my office so I’ll be sitting in a row all by myself. It might be better actually, because I’ll be a nervous wreck the entire game, and I’d prefer not to be asked what’s wrong every two seconds. Going to the game by myself will be much better.
I make my way to the front of the apartment complex where I told my Uber driver to meet me. Driving into Los Angeles doesn’t sound appealing to me right now, especially when I haven’t done it yet. I’ve only driven to work and around my little area. To be honest, Logan has done most of the driving if we’ve gone somewhere.
Oh Logan.
God, he was so upset. It kills me to think of his reaction. But then again, we’re better off as friends. I hope after this blows over he still wants to be my friend.
What a mess.
My Uber driver pulls up just as my phone rings in my purse. I hop in the car, buckle up, and give the Uber driver a quick hello before pulling my phone out of my purse.
Racer.
Leaning back into the seat, getting comfortable. I answer. “Hey Racer.”
“How’s my girl doing?”
He sounds chipper. Recently he’s fallen in love, the big teddy bear that he is. But I wonder, did Hayden call him? Do he and Hayden talk about us, about the baby? It seems like Hayden is more of a private man, one to keep his personal business to himself. Which honestly, I am too for the most part. I can’t remember the last time I divulged all my secrets to Emma. Can you blame me? Last time I involved her in my big news, she interfered big time.
I know, I know, she was in the right, but still!
“Doing all right,” I answer, sounding less than convincing.
Racer doesn’t miss a beat. “What’s going on?”
Sighing, I watch the palm trees pass by the window while I gather the courage to talk to Racer. “Logan told me he loved me.”
There’s a pause and then, “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I told you taking him out there was going to be a bad idea.”
“I didn’t bring him out here. He wanted to come. He wanted a change, he wanted out of Binghamton. I thought he was coming out here as a friend.”
“Addie, I love you, you know that, but I think anyone could have foreseen what was going to happen. He moved across the country with you, shares an apartment, takes care of you, so it’s obvious he’s a man in love. If I was single, I don’t think I would have done the same for you, and you’re one of my best friends, but that’s a huge life change for someone to do who’s not in love.”
When he puts it that way.
Ugh, I’m so stupid.
“It was nice to have someone here.”
“Hayden is there.”
“Part-time, Racer. He’s here part-time, and I was flying across the country, pregnant, uprooting my life—”
“And is that it?” Racer’s voice grows more serious. The easygoing and fun-loving Racer has been switched out for the more serious one.
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you move out there, Adalyn?”
“Well,” I stumble over my words. “Because Hayden asked me to.”
“If I asked you to move for me, would you?”
Probably not.
