“We fit together as a fucking family, Blakely.” He stands, bowing down to kiss JC on his head before kissing the top of my head.
“I’ll give you time, but I’ve missed enough time with him, and I don’t plan on missing anymore.” He threatens before closing the front door behind him.
CHAPTER 49
JUDSON
It's been two days since I've held my son. I can still smell him and feel his thick, soft hair on my fingers. I barely pulled myself out of bed this morning, and I just don't feel like doing anything. Knowing my kid is at Blake's, and I'm here isn't helping.
Jameson and Carter got here about thirty minutes ago, pushing for answers. I keep trying to avoid them, but they are like scavengers, picking my bones clean for information.
"I can't believe you are a dad, and I'm an uncle," Jay states as he tips back his coffee.
"Yeah, I can't believe it either."
Carter just sits across the room, fidgeting his hands on the counter.
"Do I need to draw up custody papers? We can go to court and get something established?" He says dryly.
I just stare at him. I don't want to take Jacob from Blakely. I love her more than anything, and I want them both here. I just don't know what I can do to prove to her that we are past everything, and I'm not running from this. I glance out the back doors to the patio. I can't see a single space in the house without seeing her. I can see her on the kitchen island dancing to Spice Girls, standing in the doorway to my office, in my bed. This house just feels like a house, and the short time she was here, it felt like home.
I'm awoken from my daydream by banging at the door, so hard and loud it could be SWAT. I look to Carter and nod for him to go get the door. He glides over to the door, pulling it open as Blakely frantically pushes past Carter, and I can see the fury penetrating off of her. Her hair is down in loose curls, and her jeans hug her hips. Her Led Zeppelin bleached t-shirt is loose, and she looks even more beautiful than I have ever seen her. I can feel my breath hitch, and I am sure that my heart is skipping beats. She closes the gap between us, slamming a paper on my chest.
"This is low, Judson, even for you. If you didn't think he was yours, why would you try to see him? This is about your crazy notion about Bryce, isn't it?" She steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. I pull the paper back out to attempting to free my brain from confusion.
Paternity results?
"Blakely, I didn't…" She stops me by holding her hand up and turning to Carter.
"If you think you can take my child away from me, you must be dumber than I thought."
I turn to Carter, and I swear I could strangle him with my bare hands. We were already having trouble figuring this situation out. Carter holds his hands up, surrendering, as I try to say something, anything.
"You guys, are unbelievable." She scoffs as she turns to leave, slamming the door behind her.
I stand there in disbelief, looking to Carter and then to Jay. I grab my keys from the drawer as Jay pushes me back.
"Dude, maybe you should give her a minute." He pleads.
He's right. If I go after her now, we may both say things we don't mean. I understand my jealousy over Bryce is irrational, but some other guy has been there for her when I wasn't, and it's eating me alive. I never ordered this paternity test, though. I pick it up, reading over it before handing it to Carter.
"Are you happy?" I demand as he glances at it, turning to me.
"The question is, are you happy?" He slings the paper back down on the counter.
"I knew he was mine. If you saw him, you'd know it too. You don't trust anyone Carter."
He hasn't ever had a single soul in his life that was genuine other than me. His parents are real pieces of work, and every girl he's ever dared to pursue only wanted his social status. I can see why something like this would've been necessary for someone, anyone else. Blakely isn't like that though, as much as it hurts, it doesn't seem like she wants anything from me.
The next day comes much faster than anticipated, thanks to several glasses of whiskey, and now I get to nurse this grueling hangover. I roll over onto my side and look through the sheer curtains. Deciding not to waste any more time, I jump in the shower.
After digging through the closet to find something to wear, I grab my keys off the counter, making a mental note to clean this place up when I get back. I drop the empty bottles in the trash and the glasses into the sink. I nudge Jay with my sock foot, who is passed out on the couch. I haven't seen him around Hanna much lately. In fact, I haven't even seen much of him either. He waves me off as I tell him I'm leaving.
It's time to go fight for what I want.
I park outside of Blakely's house and skip several steps on the way up to the door, rushing to knock. I bang on it frantically, praying she opens it up. Her car is here, but all this knocking isn't producing Blakely. I start to panic, and a sinking feeling that she left for good fills my mind.
Is she gone with Bryce? I push those thoughts of him coming in to swoop up my family out of my head as I continue to beat on the door.