Curiosity got the better of me.
LOL fair. My name’s Julia. You?
My face blanked. It couldn’t be. Surely it was just a coincidence. Julia was a fairly common name, after all. And yet…
I scrolled back up to read over her messages. I thought it was strange how Julia never referred to the father as he or him, but they or them. Could it be because there was more than one man in her life? Their job was something in the public eye. She found out she was pregnant three months ago, which was right around when we broke up. She was a journalist. She had a sister who lived in LA…
I pulled away from my computer slightly, sitting upright and rigid in my chair.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled, slowly putting everything together.
It’s her. It has to be.
“Guys!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Red! Cash! Get up!”
The sound of heavy footsteps rushed down the hall. Red opened the door, sleep weighing his face down. “What’s going on?”
Cash joined us a few seconds later, leaning heavily on his crutches. “There better be a fire, dude. It’s, like, two in the morning.”
“Julia’s pregnant.”
Their expressions fell.
It was safe to say they were wide awake now.