Lib Novel Page 143
Not even a few minutes later, Abigail parks behind a line of trees and crouches behind the rose bushes. I open the window just to fuck with her a bit more.
“Babe, I hope you’re ready for me.”
One moment she hides in plain sight, the next she picks up a rock and throws it at my head. I duck just in time, the rock flying by my ear.
“Are you crazy?”
Stupid question. I know she is. Just like I am. There’s no cure for what we have.
“You’re so damn irresponsible. Who is taking care of Jasmine?”
“Wanna be the nanny on duty?”
Not waiting for her answer, I run down the stairs. Bolting through the front door, I catch her retreating to her car.
“Wanna meet my baby mama?”
Abigail stalks toward me and digs a finger into my chest.
“No.”
“You have met her.”
Her eyebrows draw together, and she tilts her head.
“You’re going to be the mother of my children, and I hope they can be halfway normal with us as their parents.”
She clutches her belly, pain shadowing her face. “I… I should go.”
“No, stay and stop imagining things.”
I grab her hand, and she puts up a fight, but I still bring her inside.
“I’m not going in there to…”
“You haven’t listened to a word I said.”
“What does that have to do with—”
In the foyer, our conversation stops when my mom rounds the corner.
“Mom, this is Abigail. She came by for lunch,” I say, introducing them.
“I’m so happy to meet you.”
“This was a trick,” she whisper-snarls in my ear.
“And you fell right into it with your jealousy.”
“Tell yourself whatever you want.” She huffs while smiling at my mom and shaking her hand.
“I’m so sorry I came unannounced. I would have brought something.”
“No need. You’re staying?” my mom asks her.
“I don’t want to impose.”
I pinch her ass, and she murders me in three different ways with her eyes—an empty threat. I grip her waist, going for a more appropriate touch.