My son's new daddy is the Alpha Beast

3. I'm gay

CHAPTER THREE

Rafael had come home early that evening and after dinner, which was mostly Palmer’s hard work, he had informed us that we should report for interviews to a local bookstore. The pay was barely minimum but who was I to complain? I was the reason everyone had to compromise in the first place.

I couldn’t sleep and instead, kept staring at the ceiling, indecision flattering my mind. Should I take Palmer’s advise and call him? But what if he actually denies the pregnancy? What then? I stepped off the bed, careful not wake Palmer up and tiptoed over to one of my suitcases. Unzipping it, I reached for a black purse, picking up the piece of paper containing Josh’s number in slanting dark ink.

With the apartment located on the top most floor of the three-story building, a rooftop with an amazing view of New York city meeting the eyes, sat above the apartment. I had been up here earlier today but the view was much more breathtaking at night with streetlights and busy roads, cars hooting impatiently and I could have sworn I just saw some guy getting sucked off in the corner of a building across ours. My gaze dropped on the piece of paper in my hand. After almost five weeks now since I last saw him, I wanted to call him, hear his voice and yet the idea of his possible denial made me hesitant.

“What the hell,” I said, choosing to ignore my fears and instead punch the numbers on my phone.

At first ring he didn’t pick up but on the second, his sleepy, husky voice blessed my ears.

“Hello?” Deep just like I remembered it. I felt a tremor run through me along with excitement and a fast heartbeat.

“Josh, its me, Ava from Oakwoods and I know you probably don’t remember, which is okay, but I’m kind of hoping you still do,” I said. I was anxious, scared of the words that would come out of his mouth next.

“Ava? How could I forget you? The girl who had me at hello,” His voice was much clear now,” How have you been? It’s been like forever. I almost thought you changed your mind about calling me,”

He had really been waiting for me to call him? The thought warmed my heart, easing my worries and all the anxiety I’d felt, disappeared into the cold, night air.

“Well, I did wake up to an empty bed,” I said.

“That was definitely a jerk move on my part. Its just I’d never done that before. You know, sleep with someone I wasn’t dating,”

“You want me to believe you are a relationship guy?” I laughed, merely amused. I’d seen too many good-looking jocks and their pattern to know guys that good-looking never settle.

“I really I’m a relationship guy. I fancy the idea of having that someone that I can want and need them anytime,” He released a breath, “So um…can I make up for my jerk move of leaving you like that by coming over this weekend? We could go out to dinner and who knows? Maybe with time I could have an Oakwoods girlfriend. Though you could do better than me,”

“I’m pregnant, Josh and you are the only guy I’ve ever been with,” I suddenly blurted out. I didn’t want feel the hopes rising in my chest and then have them crushed once he heard about the pregnancy.

For a while, the other side of the call was silent and I felt tears slowly burning my ears, bitterness rising up the back of my throat. This had been a bad idea and I should have listened to my gut.

“You know what? Its okay. I get it. Its all my fault for dropping all my walls just because some guy smiled at me at a party and for the first, I felt like I was just me. Don’t I wasn’t expecting anything from you anyway and if I- “

“Ava,” He cut me off, “I was processing the news,”

“Oh,” I said, my cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

Well done, Ava. Jumping at conclusion that fast, really?

“You…are pregnant,” he repeated in a small voice, “You are pregnant. Um…okay. Um…I’ll come to Oakwood tomorrow and we can talk about this,”

“I’m in New York, Josh. Its um…a really long story,”

“That’s an even less distance. I’m coming over tomorrow,” he said.

“Wait, you are just going to trust me that blindly? Most sane guys have to question whether its actually their pregnancy,” I was honestly quiet taken aback. Was it supposed to be this easy?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ava,” he laughed.

We talked a bit more, catching up on each other and then I’d cut off the call, feeling happier than I’d ever been. Maybe Josh and I could actually become something. With that thought in mind and a smile on my face, I sat on the edge of the rooftop, staring at the night. The peace and quietness only lasted a minute if not two before I heard coughing behind me followed by a string of cusses. When I turned to the source of the noise, a lanky boy, perhaps a year or two older than me and ruggedly good-looking stumbled into the light, a lit cigarette in his hands.

“Should you be smoking that?” I inquired, gaining his attention. He looked pretty worn out and the bags under his eyes were visible proof he hadn’t been sleeping much.

“Do I look underage to you?” he snapped.

Rude.

“My bad,” I said, changing my direction back to the streets. He could die from smoking for all I cared.

“Pregnant and what? Sixteen? Fifteen? “He inquired, his voice sounding closer.

“Not that its any of your business but I’m eighteen and can you not smoke near me?” I lilted when he sat down next to me, still blowing off smoke through his nostrils like he didn’t know I was pregnant.

His gray eyes pinned on me, a smirk growing on the side of his face and it was admittedly sexy. He put out the cigarette, throwing the remain piece of it on the grown below like he didn’t care. Despite an overgrown stubble, he remained extremely good looking and yet distant.

“Kyle,” he said.

“Hmm?”

“My name is Kyle and just to put this out there, I’m gay. Quit looking at me like that,” He said and I immediately grew red with embarrassment. Had I been ogling him or what?

“Looking at you like what? Like I want to throw you off this building for smoking near me?” I countered, quickly covering up my embarrassment.

His gaze remained fixated on me for a few seconds then the smirk deepened,” I have a feeling you and I going to be good friends, Ava. What? The walls are thin,” He shrugged.

“Wait, you live next to us? Are you the guy with the moaning woman from yesterday night? So much for being gay,” I scoffed.

“That would be Andrew and I live on your right with my father. Rafael wouldn’t shut up about you and what’s her name? Palmer? Said, he was finally getting a chance to be a real dad. The old man has been alone his whole life save for his mother who visits once in a while,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” I stood up, “Goodnight Kyle. I’ll see you around,”

“Goodnight too Ava,” he answered.

As I headed back to the house, his words played in my mind. Friends? I’d never had one of those-the twins had made sure of that. As I went to bed that night, I felt light; free, like I was finally living my life again.

Josh had visited the following day like he promised and we’d met at a hotel, a few minutes' walk from the bookstore where we’d actually secured jobs. Talking about my pregnancy with him had been easier than I thought but the downside was that he couldn’t let his parents know yet. Apparently, he was going to Germany for college but he promised to help me out with the baby and he did keep the end of his promise. He never once showed any need to date me during his time in Germany and I told myself every time that he was just busy with school.

It was on 3rd April the next year when our son, Knox Kings, was born. Rafael, Palmer and surprisingly enough, Kyle who we actually became best friends, were there. Kyle was cold, detached, but the first time I saw him soften was when Knox giggled at him. While Palmer went to law school, I took a secretarial course and got a job as the secretary to the CEO of an interior design company. Josh would video-call me and by the time our little boy turned six years old, I’d let it sink in Josh wanted nothing more than to be co-parents.

We had moved to a good three-bedroom fancy house and grandma; Rafael’s mother had moved in with us and nothing could have ever made me happier. I didn't care that I had to work long hours and deal with my boss's bad attitude, at least I had had home to my son and some good family time.