5
Beau
My head felt like it was going to explode right inside my Jeep.
Christ, Geneviève would not fucking listen to a word.
Not that I’d had many to offer.
For hours, I’d played over and over in my mind what I was going to say to her. How I’d explain what had happened and what we’d have to do next.
Together.
I knew she’d probably be pissed that I hadn’t shared earlier. But I thought she’d understand why I didn’t. It was only four goddamn days. I wanted to be one hundred percent certain before I had to drag her into my mess.
She should be happy that I spared her from four days of worry and torture.
Instead, she kicked me out.
My phone rang inside my Jeep. I saw who’s number it was and I struck my steering wheel with the palm of my hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered before I answered it.
“Thanks for holding a fucking press conference right after I asked you to keep it quiet,” I snarled out my greeting.
Sienna’s annoying voice filled the air around me. “People have a right to know, Beau. Your sons have a right to your name.”
“And they’ll have it—they would have had it for four goddamn years now if it weren’t for you.” Christ, I wanted to skin this woman alive. I was livid from her actions today. And for the last four years.
“I see Gigi kicked you out? If you need a place to stay, you’re more than welcome here.”
My head slumped forward for a second. “Same old Sienna. I see you haven’t changed your spots.” How she knew Gigi had kicked me out, I could only venture to guess. Someone must’ve leaked it.
“All I’m saying is that if you want to spend time with your children, this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.”
Yeah, she didn’t think I’d deserved a chance to spend time with them for the last four years. She had called all the shots and she still was. A beeping sound filled the Jeep. Another call was coming in. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled over to the side of the road.
After I stuck my hazard lights on, I said, “Look, you’ve created quite the shit storm. My mother’s calling now. I have to go.”
She tried to talk over top of me, but I clicked over to mom instead. “Hey, Mom,” I said in French, her preferred language.
“Beauregard,” she answered, her voice hitching, like when she cried. “Is it true?”
“Yeah, it’s true. I wanted to tell you today. The DNA tests just came back. I’d asked Sienna not to say anything for a couple of days until I’d told my family and friends. You know her, though. Anything that gets her in the spotlight.”
I heard a sob come out of her that I had never heard before. “You have boys that she hid from you? For years?”
“They’re four years old. I met them today for the first time.” My eyes welled up with tears, remembering when I first saw their faces.
My face.
“They look exactly like me at four. It’s kind of spooky,” I said, my voice shaking now.
“We saw them on the TV. Felt like I was looking right at you thirty-one years ago.”
I wiped my hand under my eyes. “But double.”
“Yes, two sons. Oh, Beauregard. What are we going to do? How is Geneviève?” She rushed out the last three words so quickly.
“Ah, she’s not happy with me.”