Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
His ass was turning numb. Sitting on a fucking wooden bench in the bright sunlight in the middle of the afternoon wasn’t his idea of a good time.
But he agreed to it anyway since it was the first step in getting to know his son. Ky had told him to meet her here at the park and of course, the hell if he was saying no.
He adjusted his shades and spread his boots wider to get more comfortable.
A week ago, he never would’ve guessed he’d be here: watching his son run around and using the playground equipment with his former woman watching his every move to make sure he didn’t hurt himself.
The afternoon sun made Ky’s hair appear more blonde than usual. Even though she was too far to see the blue in her eyes, he could still see they were covered with sunglasses to protect them from the glare as she pushed him on a swing.
Ledger’s pure laughter was loud enough to reach Zeke’s ears.
He rubbed his chest. Why the fuck did it ache so damn much?
Did they normally do this kind of shit?
He tried to picture himself doing the same thing that Ky was doing. Playing with his kid on a playground.
Like a normal parent.
Not that he’d ever be “normal.” Normal was fucking boring.
Maybe they’d have to build a playground on club property, or maybe even in the DAMC’s over-55 senior community that would be better named a retirement village. He was surprised the OGs hadn’t traded in their badass bikes for golf carts already.
At least one of those two locations would be more secure than having his kid out in the open where anyone could cause shit or possibly snag him.
Hearing “Are you a parent?” had him turning his head toward the source of a high-pitched, whiny voice.
He frowned when he saw a finger being jabbed in his direction.
“Why are you sitting here alone and watching children? Are you a pervert? I’m going to call the police. You don’t belong here.”
For fuck’s sake. He couldn’t even sit in a fucking park in peace.
He wasn’t even near a kid. Not even his own.
The bottle-blonde woman—not even a five on a scale of one to ten—had one of those double strollers. The kind someone owned when they had popped out twins or was squeezing out rugrats one after the other.
He shrugged. “Go ahead. Call the pigs. Ain’t doin’ shit wrong. Last I checked, this is a goddamn public space.”
The woman gasped and slapped a hand to her chest. She was about to catch some fucking flies in her gaping hole, maybe even bust a blood vessel.
Good.
Nosy fucking bitch.
“No need for that language,” she hissed.
“No fuckin’ need for you to be flappin’ your lips at me.”
“You look sketchy.”
“And you look like a cunt. Feel sorry for the man who knocked you the fuck up.”
She gasped again.
He smiled, then sat back and crossed his arms over his cut and turned his attention to the natural blonde on the playground who was not a five.
Fuck no. Four years and one kid later, she was still a fucking twelve.
“Well, I…you…” the woman sputtered before shrieking, “Pervert!” and rushing away.
The bitch thought that was an insult? Fucking amateur.
His fingers itched to light up a cigarette or joint, but Kyra might have a problem with Ledger seeing his old man smoke.
Not that he knew Zeke was his old man. Yet. But Zeke was determined to rush that along. It would probably help his case if he was on his best behavior.
A snort exploded from him.
His attention locked on Ky—and her ass—again as she helped Ledger climb up the steps to a big, green plastic slide. After he slid to the bottom, laughing the whole way, she squatted down and said something close to his ear.
The way his son looked at his mother made his heart ache even more.
Zeke remembered a time when he looked at his own mother the same damn way.
Sophie probably wondered where their parenting went wrong. Or maybe she knew and that was why Zane was a much better son than he was.
Zane had been their second opportunity to do it right.
When Ky stood, she was gripping Ledger’s little hand.
His chest got even tighter with each step they took as she led his kid over to him.
Should he sit? Should he stand? He didn’t know what to fucking do besides slide his damp palms down his jean-covered thighs.
He stayed sitting so he’d be closer to Ledger’s level, but sat up straighter when Ky stopped in front of him. His gaze dropped from her solemn face to his kid.
It was clear as fucking day. He should’ve seen it the day at the jubilee, but Ledger had not only been wearing face paint, Zeke’s brain had been focused elsewhere.
Holy fuck.
He could clearly see no DNA test was needed.