lame excuse of not wanting to be in a long distance relationship. And you’re the one who said you didn’t want any kids. You should be glad she didn’t tell you. Maybe she didn’t want to put you on some guilt trip about running off to conquer the damn world.”
Nick sat seething. If it had been anyone else ripping into him, he would’ve given them an uppercut. Kevin had given him much food for thought with his brutal honesty. However, that didn’t change his position on the paternity test. He didn’t care what Kevin said, he was getting a paternity test and do what he had to do, even if it meant getting custody of the kid.
So what, he didn’t want to be a father. It didn’t matter now, did it? Regardless whether he wanted to or not, it didn’t change the fact he was going to be one. And it was all Summer’s fault. Whatever her reasoning, Nick didn’t care. All he knew was she would pay one way or another.
“Listen, Kev, I know I’m not straight about this situation. You know how I get when someone I’ve trusted lies to me. I hear everything you’re saying, but I gotta do what I gotta do man. You feel me?”
Kevin nodded his head. He felt Nick all right; he just prayed Nick would remember how special Summer had been to him. If he did, maybe he would have some mercy on the poor girl.
Nick stood, threw a large bill on the table, enough to cover their drinks and a healthy tip.
“Where you headed man?”
Glancing at his watch, it was only a little after midnight and Trina would still be up. If not he’d wake her. He could feel his groin tightening as he imagined her coming to her front door with nothing on but a thong. That’s how she usually greeted him when he called late at night.
Smiling broadly at his buddy, he declared, “To make that booty call you interrupted my brotha.”
Nick chuckled. “More power to you man.”
Chapter 6
The holidays passed by in a blur, a distant memory. Summer hadn’t told anyone about Nick’s visit; she was still in shock by his reaction to her pregnancy. Although she had not seen him since, he stayed true to his word. On Tuesday afternoon, Summer received a letter from Nick’s lawyer, Mr. Steinberg. It was official; her back was up against the wall. The baby’s paternity would be determined once she gave birth. At least he wasn’t crazy enough to demand an amniocentesis for confirmation of paternity.
When Summer received the letter via certified mail she immediately phoned the lawyer. Never being in such a position before, she had no idea what to expect. She was anxious to know if Nick had begun the legal process to get custody of her unborn child. Mr. Steinberg assured her custody arrangements could not be initiated until the paternity of the baby was established. He also informed her that a family court judge would have to review the case in order to grant custody to either parent or both parents in the case of joint custody. For the moment, Summer breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Steinberg’s assurances hadn’t meant much to her. Summer found herself crying over the whole mess every time she thought about Nick’s threat. Mostly because she knew what the test results would reveal, which meant there was a strong possibility he would immediately file for custody.
Summer had given some thought to hiring an attorney. The thought of it only gave her a headache, depressing her even more. Nick had enough money to afford the best legal counsel; she would never be able to compete with his caliber of attorneys.
Besides, she had to spend her money sparingly since she’d taken an early maternity leave. With the stress of her now hectic life, she had begun to have sporadic episodes of premature contractions.
Brrrg. Brrrg.Brrrg.
Rising up off the sofa, waddling to the phone on the kitchen wall, Summer answered, “Hello?”
“Did you sign the consent form yet?”
This man is making my life a living hell. “Yes.” Summer lied. She was too afraid to tell him
Nick sat seething. If it had been anyone else ripping into him, he would’ve given them an uppercut. Kevin had given him much food for thought with his brutal honesty. However, that didn’t change his position on the paternity test. He didn’t care what Kevin said, he was getting a paternity test and do what he had to do, even if it meant getting custody of the kid.
So what, he didn’t want to be a father. It didn’t matter now, did it? Regardless whether he wanted to or not, it didn’t change the fact he was going to be one. And it was all Summer’s fault. Whatever her reasoning, Nick didn’t care. All he knew was she would pay one way or another.
“Listen, Kev, I know I’m not straight about this situation. You know how I get when someone I’ve trusted lies to me. I hear everything you’re saying, but I gotta do what I gotta do man. You feel me?”
Kevin nodded his head. He felt Nick all right; he just prayed Nick would remember how special Summer had been to him. If he did, maybe he would have some mercy on the poor girl.
Nick stood, threw a large bill on the table, enough to cover their drinks and a healthy tip.
“Where you headed man?”
Glancing at his watch, it was only a little after midnight and Trina would still be up. If not he’d wake her. He could feel his groin tightening as he imagined her coming to her front door with nothing on but a thong. That’s how she usually greeted him when he called late at night.
Smiling broadly at his buddy, he declared, “To make that booty call you interrupted my brotha.”
Nick chuckled. “More power to you man.”
Chapter 6
The holidays passed by in a blur, a distant memory. Summer hadn’t told anyone about Nick’s visit; she was still in shock by his reaction to her pregnancy. Although she had not seen him since, he stayed true to his word. On Tuesday afternoon, Summer received a letter from Nick’s lawyer, Mr. Steinberg. It was official; her back was up against the wall. The baby’s paternity would be determined once she gave birth. At least he wasn’t crazy enough to demand an amniocentesis for confirmation of paternity.
When Summer received the letter via certified mail she immediately phoned the lawyer. Never being in such a position before, she had no idea what to expect. She was anxious to know if Nick had begun the legal process to get custody of her unborn child. Mr. Steinberg assured her custody arrangements could not be initiated until the paternity of the baby was established. He also informed her that a family court judge would have to review the case in order to grant custody to either parent or both parents in the case of joint custody. For the moment, Summer breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Steinberg’s assurances hadn’t meant much to her. Summer found herself crying over the whole mess every time she thought about Nick’s threat. Mostly because she knew what the test results would reveal, which meant there was a strong possibility he would immediately file for custody.
Summer had given some thought to hiring an attorney. The thought of it only gave her a headache, depressing her even more. Nick had enough money to afford the best legal counsel; she would never be able to compete with his caliber of attorneys.
Besides, she had to spend her money sparingly since she’d taken an early maternity leave. With the stress of her now hectic life, she had begun to have sporadic episodes of premature contractions.
Brrrg. Brrrg.Brrrg.
Rising up off the sofa, waddling to the phone on the kitchen wall, Summer answered, “Hello?”
“Did you sign the consent form yet?”
This man is making my life a living hell. “Yes.” Summer lied. She was too afraid to tell him
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