Page 5 of Rowdy & Kat

Well, I guess not everyone was in love. My club’s VP Rock Savo refused to love a woman. I doubted he even loved his tiny dog. Why couldn’t I be a heartless fuck like that asshole?

I was quietly wallowing in self-pity when I received the text that would change my life.

“Our time together left me pregnant. I planned to tell you this information after I gave birth. Now that I’ve gone into labor early, I’ve had a change of heart. I’m at the Little Rock Hospital. If you want to be here for the delivery, text me when you arrive downstairs. I’ll send someone to bring you up. I’m sure this news will come as a shock, but I don’t know how long I have before I give birth. You need to hurry!”

I read the message twice before my brain caught up to the meaning. My first real thought was relief at how Katie had a reason to ignore me besides marriage to another guy! My second thought was that I was going to be a dad! My third thought was that I would need to give up smoking. My fourth thought was calculating how long it would take to get to Little Rock if I left instantly.

I definitely shouldn’t have announced my good news to my friends and family as I was running out of the party. The smarter move would have been to play shit sneaky, so I might get away unscathed.

Instead, upon hearing my announcement, Sabrina, Lula, and Vanessa chased after me. I dodged them on my way to my motorcycle. As we reached the front lawn, Sabrina tried tackling me, but I wiggled free of her iron grip.

“Katie’s having my baby!” I said as I raced away.

Since my sisters could track my phone, I assumed they would trail me once they contacted our parents and hatched a plan. For now, I was alone with the road and my dream of seeing Katie again.

I didn’t dare imagine the baby part until I reached the Little Rock exit. Katie and I had been relatively careful. At least for the first few rounds in the back seat of her SUV. But once or twice, we’d fooled around enough for me to run out of condoms. That’s when my precious little mistake had been created!

The sun was down when I arrived in the visitor parking lot. I texted Katie to say I was downstairs. When she didn’t immediately respond, I started to worry she’d changed her mind. Would I need to sneak upstairs to labor and delivery? Maybe I could get my cop uncle Devin to show up and help me bully my way to the right place.

“I’m sending someone,” Katie replied after a few minutes.

By then, I had taken a quick piss break. I also ensured I didn’t have bug gunk on me from the ride.

Waiting at the elevators, I was stunned when the doors opened to reveal a curvy, yet clearly not pregnant Katie.

“Wait, did you have the baby?” I asked and then shook my head. “No, wait, you’re not Katie, but you have her face. Am I high?”

Katie glared at me. “I’m her sister, Maria.”

“You look a lot alike,” I said, reacting physically to the sight of her soft blonde hair and shiny green eyes.

“We’re twins.”

My brain rewound all the way back to high school to a pair of pretty twins named Katarina and Mariana. The nerdy, good girls had run with a totally different crowd than me. Katarina once asked me to go to a dance with her. Assuming she had been fucking with me, I’d laughed. When Katarina’s expression turned sad, I realized she was serious. I had spent the rest of the school year trying to get her to chill out and go out with me. Instead, she treated me like a leper.

Katarina and her sister left school after that year, and I never saw them again until the night Katie walked into the Fire Hooch.

Irritated now, I demanded, “Okay, what the fuck is going on here?”

“Don’t swear at me.”

“Is she even pregnant? Am I being punked?”

Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, Maria insisted, “You are not the victim here.”

“I feel like I’m at least slightly the victim. Can I talk to Katarina now?”

Maria eyed me curiously before asking, “Did you really not recognize Kat?”

“If I knew who she was, I could have tracked her down.”

Maria rested her hands on her hips and asked, “And what would you have said?”

“The same thing I said the last time I saw her. That I wanted to go out on a real date rather than bang in her car.”

Maria glared at me. “I didn’t want to text you, but she panicked about you missing out.”

“Aww, she cares,” I said and eyed the elevator. “So, is it too late for me to tell her to breathe?”