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“Listen here, Dr. Maxwell,” I say. “My kid is destined for greatness, and I’ll remind him of that every single day.”
“That kid is going to strut around like he owns the place.”
“Exactly! Who knows? One day, he might…I mean, confidence opens doors in this world.”
Dillan chuckles. “Except maybe the bathroom door when you’re in a hurry.”
I grin. “At least he’ll have a confident knock!”
“No doubt about it.”
It’s so damn easy to fall into our playful banter, despite everything we’ve been through. I’ve gone back and forth about telling Dillan that Isaac is his, but I’m still not sure if it’ll be the best decision. I’ve already come to terms with the idea of raising Isaac on my own. Dillan and I reconnecting hasn’t changed that, and I doubt his thoughts on having children has changed in the last nine months.
Seriously, how on earth would this conversation even go?
Hey, Dillan. Guess what? So, remember when we slept together? Well, the pill decided to take a coffee break and surprise, surprise, Isaac is yours! Life’s curveballs, huh?
I doubt he would take the news well.
“Where’s Pippa?” Dillan asks as he scans the room.
“She borrowed her friend’s car and ran home to get the baby’s car seat. We forgot it in our rush out the door.”
“Why is it that every time I come in here, you’re alone?” he asks, still standing in the door.
I pause for a moment, then shrug innocently. “Circumstances, I guess. It’s all right. I’m enjoying the Mommy-Isaac time.”
“Are you being discharged already?”
“I don’t see the point in wasting money and staying another night. We both have a clean bill of health, and I just want to get home.”
“I see that you’re ready to dive right into motherhood.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m absolutely terrified of being responsible for another living being. But I’d much rather do it in my own home and bed.”
Dillan finally enters the room and takes the seat by my bed. “I have to say, I was entirely surprised to see you here yesterday.”
“I bet.” I smile. “I was surprised to see you too.”
Our gazes meet, and it’s clear we’re both thinking about that one night, but we’re on the same page about not bringing it up now. I’m just too wiped out, and Dillan is a good enough guy to realize it.
But wait, that wasn’t the last time I saw him.
He was at the strip club.
I can’t imagine what he must be thinking. Seeing me on stage clearly wasn’t what he expected that night. Between that and being the one to deliver my baby, he’s probably as all over the place as I am.
“I couldn’t help but notice Pippa was with you when you delivered,” he says in a careful tone. “Is Isaac’s dad?—?”
He lets the question hang there.
It’s my turn to choose my words carefully. “He’s…not in the picture,” I answer.
I half-expect him to ask if Isaac is his, but by his tone and the question, clearly the thought hasn’t entered his mind. Either he hasn’t done the math, or he just assumes I’ve moved on. Although, if it’s the first one, I’m sure he would have come right out and asked. I’ve never known Dillan to beat around the bush.
It’s probably better this way, I think to myself.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Dillan says. I notice his shoulders relaxing as some of the tension leaves his body. “But you know, he’ll never realize what he’s missing. You’re going to be an exceptional mother. I have every confidence in you.”
