My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 213

Samuel

"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!"

"Jacob's right—you should abort it!"

"No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!"

"I'm going to kill that bastard!"

"Evelyn, think it through!"

A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments-none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.

And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.

As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.

He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear.

"Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her voice.

"I don't think so." I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. "This is going to be a tough road for them —especially Jacob."

"You should talk to him." She stepped closer, resting a hand on my shoulder, her touch momentarily soothing me. Of course it was. This was Clara—my Clara. My answer to every storm.

"It won't work, babe," I murmured, tension coiling at the base of my neck, my blood pressure spiking. "My words won't change a thing. I've tried—his entire life, all through college, every time we met. His response has always been the same. It's not that he doesn't want to be a father. There were moments when he told me he wanted a daughter, how he'd give her everything. But those moments never lasted. At the end of the day, he always backed away, trapped in his own fears. I bet that asshole even made plans with Evelyn during his highs—dreaming about their future, their kid. And now, when the time has come, he thinks running is his only option, when facing it head-on is what he really needs to do."

Clara licked her bottom lip, concern flashing in her eyes. "So what do we do?"

"I don't know." I sighed. "Wait? Let them deal with it?"

her mind, Samuel," she said, her voice tinged with dread,

only light he has. He can't have both," I let out, "This time, it's his decision. And none of us can save

***

Evelyn

My gaze flickered up just

out, eyeing him suspiciously,

beside me. His hand traveled to the back of his neck, massaging the tension as he threw his head back

was a tough day, baby," he murmured. "Too many meetings. Too

you even bother making deals

rich

that makes you an asshole too." I shrugged,

"Well, I am an asshole in many people's dictionary." He lifted a shoulder in a careless

tilting my face up to his as his gaze briefly dropped to the open buttons of his shirt draped over me, exposing just a hint of cleavage. But

pressing a soft kiss to his. "You?" I whispered

giggled, brushing his hair back, but the warmth between us vanished the second the words left my mouth. Jacob's body stiffened. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He swallowed hard, licking his lips dryly,

conversation, can we?" His chuckle was humorless, his voice strained. "Fine. Let's talk. But I want us to have this discussion in peace, okay,

words left a bitter taste in my

Peace?

when every conversation we had about this ended with him telling me to get

"How can there

He pushed off the couch, running

he was on the verge of losing it whenever we talked about our

really hate the

face me. "This is not the

old shit, Jacob. Try something new if you actually expect me

of his nose, pressing his eyes shut like he was this close to

"You're getting mad? You? As if this is

myself as much as I can." "Control?" My voice rose. "What the hell is