Chapter 20

Wayne’s POV

“Hey, it’s not like I went to your wedding in hopes of falling into some pussy, okay? That wasn’t part of my plan at all. I know how desperate single women at weddings are to attach themselves to someone. I was not about to get mixed up in that.”

“But you did. You did get mixed up in it, and look where that got you.”

Fuck. He has me there.

I rest my elbows on the counter and drop my head into my hands. I can’t believe I got myself into this situation. Again, technically.

Only this time, it’s real. It’s very real and very fucking scary.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. My face hurts, and I now have a pounding headache, and I think my tooth is loose. And I’m—”

“No, not that. About the baby, you idiot.”

Right. That.

That is a whole different barrage of emotions. I’m not sure I want to get into this early.

I’m scared.

I’m angry.

I’m worried.