Chapter Nine Grant
Chapter Nine
Grant
“So how’s that going to work out?” Chase put his beer to his lips, taking a slow sip.
We were in a bar a block from my apartment. I’d been nursing the same untouched bottle of beer for an hour now. He was halfway into his second bottle, while I was scowling at my phone screen. More specifically, at a picture a DoorDasher had sent me of ramen delivery on Layla’s apartment doorstep.
I’d been sending her favorite food to her daily to make sure she was eating. She’d become the pickiest eater to ever grace the earth. She barely thanked me or answered any of my text messages. Which was frankly understandable, because I was acting like a mother hen.
“What do you mean?” I swung my gaze to his face reluctantly.
“Now that you’re moving to Minnesota. How are you going to be present for the baby?”
The truth was, I didn’t want to move anymore. My priorities had changed as soon as Layla broke the news to me. I’d gone back and forth about the decision. Ultimately, though, I had to do what Layla wanted.
“Layla is already feeling guilty about the pregnancy, like she stole my sperm or something. And she’s been stingy in answering my calls and messages.
She told me giving up this opportunity is out of the question and would only make her feel worse about having this baby.
I think if I stuck around, it’d send her into an existential crisis.
She’d think I was trying to play house.”
Which couldn’t have been further from the truth. I didn’t want to play. I wanted the real thing.
“Layla’s beef with men is as bitter as mine with Maddie’s underwear,” Chase conceded, tapping the side of his beer bottle.
“But take it from someone with a pregnant wife and a kid—her feelings toward relationships aside, she is going to want you close by. It’s a whirlwind, this whole populating-the-planet gig.
A lot of unscheduled trips to the doctor’s office, minor complications, sleepless nights .
. . and that’s before the baby arrives and the chaos begins. ”
“She told me she can handle this on her own.”
“She’d tell you she could wrestle a mountain lion to be left alone. That’s just Layla being Layla.” Chase shrugged. “Has she figured out you’re in love with her yet?” He slanted a shrewd look my way.
“I’m not in love with her.”
Chase chuckled to himself. “You bought an entire fucking apartment in her neighborhood to be close to her.”
“It was a good deal,” I said with a scowl.
“It was four hundred thousand over the asking price. With no parking space. You literally only drive on special occasions because you hate moving your car.”
“I like walking. Is cardio a crime now?” I snapped. “Let’s focus on my issue.”
I wiped a hand over my mouth, turning our first ultrasound together again in my head.
Layla was so happy at first. We even held hands.
I stupidly thought she was thawing toward the idea of, I don’t know, maybe seeing if this could be more.
But then she backpedaled quickly and became distant and cold-ish.
A part of me wondered if it was because she’d seen the hunger in my eyes.
For this baby. For her.
“I’ll talk to her about the new job.” I finally took a pull of my beer. “Her plan is to move to Hoboken to stay with her parents for a few years. I can’t let that happen. I need to convince her to move into my place.”
Chase nodded seriously. “I would be embarrassed, too, if my baby momma lived in Jersey.”
I gave him a look. “It’s not about that, jackass. If she lives in my apartment, she’ll have more privacy, more space, her life and friends in the city.”
“Yeah, but she won’t have that extra pair of hands helping her around when the baby wakes up a hundred times a night, or when she wants to take a shower, or, you know, a breath,” Chase pointed out.
“I’ll see if I can make it to New York on the weekends.
” I rolled my knuckles over my jawline, which felt really tight.
I did not like the sound of my own plan.
At all. “It’s not as demanding as my current job.
The surgeries I’ll perform will be preplanned, so I might be able to be here Friday night through Sunday night. ”
“A terribly demanding career, a newborn, and two different homesteads?” Chase stroked his chin. “Sounds like someone really wants an early heart attack with a side of a mental breakdown. Don’t let me stand in your way.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
“Yeah. Tell her how you feel and face the answer, even if you don’t like it.”
Easy for him to say. The love of his life loved him right back. Hell, Madison had even agreed to pretend to be his fiancée after she thought he’d cheated on her.
Layla’s heart had walls and chains around it. And a huge Do not enter sign.
I needed to proceed with caution if I wanted a chance.
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Your funeral, buddy.” Chase knocked back the rest of his drink. “Just remember—you snooze, you lose.”