Page 28 of Filthy Uncle To Go

“Fuck me,” he says.

I sigh.

“Really? That’s all you have to say?”

He merely shakes his head again.

“Well, I guess I’m happy for you, man,” he says. “Like you said, you’re not really related. But what about the rest of the Miller family? Have you told any of them yet?”

“No,” I confess, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. “That’s where things get tricky.”

After all, Christmas is just around the corner, and the Millers are expecting me to be there per usual. But what will Jenna and I do? It would be hard to pretend.

“So, are you going to tell Naomi’s family?” he asks.

I shrug.

“I don’t know.”

Liam whistles.

“Bro, you’ve got to tell them. If you’re really serious about this woman, you can’t keep this relationship a secret.”

“I know, and I will eventually, but not yet. I just want to enjoy things a bit longer,” I say.

“Understandable, but just know that when you do tell them, you’re basically fucked. No more invites to family events, and her parents are going to despise you,” he warns. “Hell, they might even report you to the police.”

“I know.” I sigh heavily. “But nothing would come of it because Jenna’s legal, and we’re not related.”

Liam claps my back again.

“Yeah. But it’s not kosher either, and you know that. You need another drink, my brother,” he says as he motions toward the blonde bartender again.

I sigh because Liam’s right. The love the Miller family has for me will go out the window the second they find out about me and Jenna. Not that I would blame them. Hell, if Jenna were my daughter, I’d probably assault the man who took her virginity. Yet at the same time, she isn’t a little girl anymore; she can make her own decisions. Her family can’t control her life, and what we do in the bedroom is our business.

The bartender refills my tumbler and I stare at the amber liquid morosely. Fuck, what’s happened to my life? What I’ve found with Jenna is precious and rare, and I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. Yet we have to, if we ultimately want to be together long-term.

“Let’s make a toast,” my friend announces. “You’re a crazy bastard, but I’m glad you’ve finally found love,” he says as he raises his glass. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” I grunt as I lift my glass in the air and tap his.

Yet, what am I really celebrating here? My newfound relationship with Jenna, which could take a nosedive at any time? The fact that I’m creating secrets that are too big to be kept?

I take another sip of the rum and Coke, utterly depressed. This fucking sucks. Then, glancing at my watch, I check the time. Jenna should be getting out of class in twenty minutes, and we have plans for dinner tonight. My heart lifts, and I dig into my pocket and toss a fifty dollar bill onto the bar. It always makes me happy to see my girlfriend, even if Liam’s words are a harsh dose of reality.

“I’ve got to run,” I say.

“Okay, bro. It was good seeing you,” he responds, his eyes on the pretty bartender again.

With that, I head out onto the streets of New York. The wind whips around my board shoulders, and I pull my coat closed. I’m not sure what’s going to happen next, but one thing is definite: I’m not letting the curvy girl go.

14

Jenna

My hands tremble as I grip the positive pregnancy test between numb fingers. Feeling faint from the shock, I take a seat on the toilet, still staring at the result. I pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming, but I’m wide awake. Oh my gosh! How could this have happened? I mean, I know exactly how it happened, but what am I going to do now? I’m carrying Drake’s baby inside of me. What am I going to do?

Suddenly, a knock at the penthouse’s bathroom door startles me, and quickly, I hide the positive pregnancy test behind my back.