Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 109

"Marry me."

My jaw drops so far that it should hit the floor. Marry him? Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Marry me, Elia. We'll take care of this. Your baby will have my name. Our baby."

I am still gaping at him like a goldfish.

"I can get a marriage license soon and we'll be married within a week." He stands up. "I'll pay for your

wedding dress, of course. Just go to a bridal shop and buy something off the rack."

I clench my fists and can feel anger rising inside of me. "It's that easy, huh?"

"We can cut to the chase, Elia. I know that this may not be what you envisioned, but you're pregnant."

I get to my feet, trying not to yell and wake the baby. "First of all, I can have my baby on my own. And

he or she can have my name."

"Snowball's chance in hell," Jeff snorts.

"Second, I don't want to marry you. You broke up with me. I obviously don't mean much to you. And

while we can negotiate a fair custody arrangement, I will not be living with you. If I can afford it, I'm

moving away." I can see fire in his eyes. "No."

"I'm leaving," I say. "I'll come back tomorrow evening." He makes a move forward as if he wants to grab

me and stop me, but I warn him with my eyes that it's not a good idea.

I walk home, almost ready to cry. When I get back to my room, I plop facedown on my bed. I don't even

know if I'm crying. I just feel totally drained.

Toast

Elia

When I wake up, it's the next day. For once, the fetus inside of me isn't making me nauseated. I head

downstairs, where my dad is eating his breakfast. I make a few slices of toast and grab butter from the

fridge.

"You need some meat or protein," my dad says.

"Not hungry for it," I say. I wait for the toast to pop up. The bottom is burnt while the top part is

untoasted, but I don't care very much. I spread butter on my two slices of bread and watch my dad read

the morning paper. I think my first move today is to explore my legal options. I should hire a lawyer, I

know I should, but I'm going to explore custody agreements in California.

Custody

Elia

By the time that I need to go to Jeff's house, my eyes can't read anymore. Reading legal statutes is

slightly less fun than having your toenails removed. I'm so glad that I never decided to become a

lawyer, because all of it is really boring. I knock on his door. He comes to the front.

"Danny's asleep."

I walk inside and go straight to the kitchen. There's dinner sitting on the table.

"Have you eaten?" "No." I sit down at the side that doesn't already have a glass of wine at it. He's

poured me orange juice.

"We need to talk."

My stomach turns even though he's made a beautiful mushroom risotto, which is one of my favorite

foods in the entire world. I eat bite after bite of it anyway, trying to keep my mouth full.

"

I owe you an apology."

I'm surprised enough to stop eating and look him full in the face. He rubs his chin.

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