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should have asked me for it sooner." He looked dead serious. "And saved yourself a fucking lot of heartache."
"I'm over Zach now." I blurted it out without thinking.
Dakota's eyes narrowed, like he didn't believe me.
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse, glanced at the text that popped up, and shoved the phone back in without replying.
"Mad at your phone?" He made it sound like a joke.
"It was just my dad." I rolled my eyes again. "Reminding me about the baby shower for my stepmom the day after Thanksgiving."
"Baby shower? You're going to be a big sis—congrats!" He gave me a sympathetic look.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, like heaven help me . "My little sister is due Christmas Eve. Isn't that sweet? Santa's leaving Daddy a baby in his stocking!"
"You won't be the baby anymore." Dakota sounded jokey. "That should make you happy."
I frowned at him and shuddered. "Yeah. Maybe it would have, like, sixteen years ago. But now? Dad's sixty-three and acting gaga, like a first-time dad. It's disgusting."
"You're sounding dangerously like you've described your older sisters. Are you going to call this baby your niece like they call you?"
I just glared at him.
"The older sibs must be petrified. They're about to have a grand-niece!" He stopped short. "Come on, Morgan. You can see the irony in the situation?" He paused. "Oh, I get it. You liked being daddy's little princess."
"Shut up." I stared at him. "I haven't been Dad's little princess since he married my babysitter." I paused. "That sounded wrong. Like I'm a spoiled child or something." I forced a smile. "Since he screwed my former babysitter behind Mom's back right after I left for college." I took a deep breath. "Waiting to get divorced until the baby leaves for college is such a stereotype! Who knew I was the glue holding their marriage together. It's like my whole childhood was a lie."
"Look on the bright side—this could be a bonding opportunity with your older sisters. You finally have something in common with them," he said.
"Yeah, but they're not on my dad's blacklist right now like I am." I hadn't meant to tell Dakota my problems. "He's furious about my MIP. 'I don't have time for your crap, Morgan. You're an adult now. Act like one.'" I mimicked Dad.
"'I'm going to retire next year. I'll have a new baby to support soon. I'm too old and tired to handle your screw-ups. One baby in the family is enough.'" I snorted. "'If you even think about drinking or violating the terms of our agreement with the prosecutor, I will pull your college funds and drag you home to learn to be a good role model for the baby.'"
Dakota stared at me. "Serious?"
"Deathly." I sighed. I hadn't told anyone else.
"You do a pretty good dad voice." He paused. "You sound like mine."
I looked at Dakota, wondering how he could be so calm. "Your dad's threatening the same thing?"
"Yeah. Without the baby part." He smiled. "Says he'll drag my ass home if I don't stay out of trouble. He has a reputation to maintain. And I'm his son who's destined for politics." He smiled like he didn't care. "In our family, it's kind of like dedicating a son to the church. Second son is of no consequence unless he can prove himself in the arena of politics."
"That's crap." I bit my lip. "But I can see you as a politician."
His laugh was bitter. "That makes one of us."
"You'd be good at it."
He looked skeptical.
"My dad's coming to Dad's Weekend to check up on me," I said.
"Mine too."
"More things in common. We're on a roll. We should start a commiseration support group!" I winked at Dak.
His answering laugh was genuine, and he got a devilish look in his eye. "Yeah. Why not?"
"My grandma's coming, too," I added. "If she's well enough."
"How is your grandma? She must be doing better."
I frowned. "How do you know about my grandma?" I remembered too late. Me, sobbing in his arms. Blabbering to him about all my problems, crying over Zach.
He cleared his throat. "You
"I'm over Zach now." I blurted it out without thinking.
Dakota's eyes narrowed, like he didn't believe me.
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse, glanced at the text that popped up, and shoved the phone back in without replying.
"Mad at your phone?" He made it sound like a joke.
"It was just my dad." I rolled my eyes again. "Reminding me about the baby shower for my stepmom the day after Thanksgiving."
"Baby shower? You're going to be a big sis—congrats!" He gave me a sympathetic look.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, like heaven help me . "My little sister is due Christmas Eve. Isn't that sweet? Santa's leaving Daddy a baby in his stocking!"
"You won't be the baby anymore." Dakota sounded jokey. "That should make you happy."
I frowned at him and shuddered. "Yeah. Maybe it would have, like, sixteen years ago. But now? Dad's sixty-three and acting gaga, like a first-time dad. It's disgusting."
"You're sounding dangerously like you've described your older sisters. Are you going to call this baby your niece like they call you?"
I just glared at him.
"The older sibs must be petrified. They're about to have a grand-niece!" He stopped short. "Come on, Morgan. You can see the irony in the situation?" He paused. "Oh, I get it. You liked being daddy's little princess."
"Shut up." I stared at him. "I haven't been Dad's little princess since he married my babysitter." I paused. "That sounded wrong. Like I'm a spoiled child or something." I forced a smile. "Since he screwed my former babysitter behind Mom's back right after I left for college." I took a deep breath. "Waiting to get divorced until the baby leaves for college is such a stereotype! Who knew I was the glue holding their marriage together. It's like my whole childhood was a lie."
"Look on the bright side—this could be a bonding opportunity with your older sisters. You finally have something in common with them," he said.
"Yeah, but they're not on my dad's blacklist right now like I am." I hadn't meant to tell Dakota my problems. "He's furious about my MIP. 'I don't have time for your crap, Morgan. You're an adult now. Act like one.'" I mimicked Dad.
"'I'm going to retire next year. I'll have a new baby to support soon. I'm too old and tired to handle your screw-ups. One baby in the family is enough.'" I snorted. "'If you even think about drinking or violating the terms of our agreement with the prosecutor, I will pull your college funds and drag you home to learn to be a good role model for the baby.'"
Dakota stared at me. "Serious?"
"Deathly." I sighed. I hadn't told anyone else.
"You do a pretty good dad voice." He paused. "You sound like mine."
I looked at Dakota, wondering how he could be so calm. "Your dad's threatening the same thing?"
"Yeah. Without the baby part." He smiled. "Says he'll drag my ass home if I don't stay out of trouble. He has a reputation to maintain. And I'm his son who's destined for politics." He smiled like he didn't care. "In our family, it's kind of like dedicating a son to the church. Second son is of no consequence unless he can prove himself in the arena of politics."
"That's crap." I bit my lip. "But I can see you as a politician."
His laugh was bitter. "That makes one of us."
"You'd be good at it."
He looked skeptical.
"My dad's coming to Dad's Weekend to check up on me," I said.
"Mine too."
"More things in common. We're on a roll. We should start a commiseration support group!" I winked at Dak.
His answering laugh was genuine, and he got a devilish look in his eye. "Yeah. Why not?"
"My grandma's coming, too," I added. "If she's well enough."
"How is your grandma? She must be doing better."
I frowned. "How do you know about my grandma?" I remembered too late. Me, sobbing in his arms. Blabbering to him about all my problems, crying over Zach.
He cleared his throat. "You
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