Disclaimer: see chapter 1
"Son of a bitch!" She screamed at her steering wheel. He is always here. Since the Mardi Gras ball, he had barely been home. She figured he was taking refuge in the casino – how he could keep an eye on whoever was coming to see him. She laughed, tears falling down her cheeks, at the cosmic joke that was this afternoon. The one time he wasn't at the casino was the one time she needed to see him more than anything else. Kendall rubbed her stomach absently as she felt the baby kick. She looked down at her stomach…
"My wife is talking about giving birth. I get more than a vote."
"You have no say over what I can do with my life, Zach. You got some nerve busting in here, making demands. How long have I been ragging on you to give up your whole Julia mission, and how many times have you told me it's not my problem, not to interfere, Julia is your problem. That's what you said. I'm just your business partner, not your wife. That's what you also said. Does any of this sound familiar to you?"
"Vaguely."
"Ok, well, it goes both ways. You have no more say over what I can do with my body than I have over what you can do with yours. So why don't you just go back to hunting down poor little Julia and just forget we ever had this conversation."
"Forget we had this conversation? I can't do that. Everyone's going to be talking about it. Kendall Hart is carrying her dead ex-boyfriend's baby. I'm sure your mom's going to want to do a show on it."
No, don't say a word to my mother."
"You're doing something this radical, and your family isn't in on it?"
Boy, when her family did find out… well, that would have been when the shit it the fan. She shook her head and wiped her tears away. "I need some greasy, really bad for me food." She put the key in the ignition and peeled out of the parking lot.
TBC…