Which I have, many times for recreational purposes late at night because my dick only gets hard at the thought of her.
Even with everything going on I still find her as addicting as the day I saw her outside the Tilted Keg.
There’s a light tap on my door and Mary steps into my office holding a white envelope and another cup of coffee. “This came for you just now, Mr. Morgan. It was labeled urgent.”
“Thank you, Mary.” I take the envelope from her and it is stamped with the Woodfield clinic insignia. This is it.
She places the coffee down on my desk. “Is there anything else I can get you, sir?”
“Yes. Hold my calls,” I tell her, not able to look up from the typed black inked on the front of the envelope. My entire future could change based on what lays inside.
“Sure thing, Mr. Morgan.”
Once the door clicks closed behind her, I rip open the envelope. With shaky hands, I slide the papers out and unfold them. I scan through the contents, bypassing all the science and going straight to the bottom where my fate sits:
Probability of Paternity: 99.98%
My elbows fall to the desk as I remain transfixed on the bold printed words. It's all surreal. I'm a father. I'm Matty’s father. The little boy who calls me Li-um, who loves cars, and hates the idea of lemon-raspberry lollipops as much as I do, is mine.
Shit.
She was telling the truth.
There's a knock on the door, and I shove the papers in my desk drawer before telling whoever is on the other side to come in.
"Hey, boss, you look a little pale there,” Sam says, tapping her hand on my desk.
"I'm a dad…" I mumble, saying the words out loud for the first time.
"Congratulations?" Sam chuckles. "Can't say I didn't see that coming though. The little guy is practically your other twin."
"I'm still in shock. I guess there was a part of me that even though I was trying to trust her, thought she was lying. Or at least had it wrong.”
"Did you want her to be?"
"Of course not. It's just now that I'm faced with this, the reality of it, I'm not sure if I have any idea how to be a dad."
With Sara, I spent seven months picturing what being a dad would be like. It was always an idea. A dream, till she shattered it. Now, that the moment is here I wonder if my brother is actually onto something, if I’m actually ready to be responsible for another human being.
"I don't think anybody actually knows how to be parents. You just have to take it one day at a time, and I’m sure Holly will help you. She seems like a real sweet girl.”
“She is something,” I mumble and my mind drifts to the image of her in a bikini.
“Well, well, well, Liam Morgan, I knew you were into the girl, but I didn’t know it was like this.” She grins cheekily at me.
"What are you trying to imply, Sam?"
“You know exactly what I'm implying, Liam. Don't play dumb now.’” She narrows her eyes at me. Sam the mom is coming out in full force and I’m not in the mood to deal with the fiery redhead before me.
"What kind of things do you think two-year-olds like?" I lift the lid to my laptop and go to Google. “Matty was into cars,” I say in a hurry to change the subject.
"Spoiling him already?"
"Sure. I can't fail at that."
"Liam, the fact you’re talking this over with me, shows me you won't fail. Because you already are trying and that's all you can do. And two-year-olds are simple. Something soft and they can chew on and can't swallow. Not five hundred-dollar tablets."
"Thank you, Sam. You should see someone about a raise."
"Hello someone.” She waves sarcastically. “I’ll expect the raise in my next paycheck. Now, I need to talk to you about what I came up here originally for."
Sam settles into the chair in front of me to go over updates and discuss security breaches she has discovered with a new company we have taken on. She’s talking away, and I’m not listening to a word she says as my eyes drift to the desk drawer where the paternity papers are lying. It still doesn’t feel real, me being the father from a one-night stand I don’t remember.
I play with my cell, debating if I want to call or text Holly with the news. I haven’t seen her in forty-eight hours other than when I caught a glimpse of her in the lobby yesterday talking to the general contractor Glen. She was in a tight skirt, and her hair was up high showing off her creamy, kissable neck. She looked ravishing and I wanted nothing more to say hi to her, but I couldn’t.
“Are you even listening to me, Liam?” Sam slaps my desk, gaining back my attention.
“Yes, but do you think we can finish this up later? Let’s say after two.” I glance at my watch. It’s a little after ten now, that should give me plenty of time to meet and talk with Holly. “I need to do something first.”
"You mean Holly?”
“Yes. So, do you mind?”
She stands and grins. “Go get her, Daddy.”
Once Sam leaves, I pick up my phone and dial Holly's number. The mother of my child.
Why does the thought suddenly make my dick twitch?
My fingers tap to the rhythm of the ringing as I wait for her to pick up. It feels like forever before I hear her angelic voice
