Page 239 of The Baby Twist

“Hi.” She smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. My husband is meeting me here at this spot.”

“Hi. Not at all.”

She reached inside the stroller and pulled out a baby. The other baby in the stroller started to cry.

“Twins?” I gulped.

“Yeah.” She smiled. She reached in and placed a pacifier in the mouth of the child in the stroller. “You be a good boy while mommy feeds your brother.”

She threw a blanket over her shoulder and began to breastfeed.

“You have your hands full,” I said.

“Not really.” Her lips gave way to a smile. “My husband is a huge help. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have him.”

“That’s great,” I said. “There’s nothing like the support from the father of your children.”

A few moments later, a man walked over to where we sat, kissed the woman on the cheek, reached into the stroller, and took the baby out.

“There’s my big boy. Daddy missed you.” He held him up.

I couldn’t sit there anymore, so I told the woman it was nice to meet her and walked away. As I was walking the path to exit the park, I stopped. Rage filled my body.

“Oh, hell no. You aren’t getting away with it, Charlie Stone.”

I hailed a cab back to my apartment. Walking through the door, Penelope and Olivia jumped up from the couch.

“Are you okay? What did you do in Central Park all that time?” Penelope asked.

“Thinking. A lot of thinking.” I went to my bedroom and grabbed my large suitcase from the corner.

“What are you doing?” Olivia asked.

“Making sure Charlie Stone steps up to the plate.”

“You’re scaring me, Mar,” Penelope said.

“Girl, what are you on?” Olivia asked.

“Nothing. He impregnated me, and he’s not taking the easy way out. I’m moving in with him.”

Penelope gasped. “You just can’t do that.”

“You want to watch me. He’s going to be a father to these babies he put inside me.”

“That’s my girl!” Olivia grinned.

“Let’s be real. There’s barely enough room for the three of us here, let alone two children,” I said, throwing clothes into my suitcase. “I can’t afford to move right now, and he has that monstrous penthouse.” I went into the bathroom to collect my things.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Penelope said. “Just calm down. We’ll figure things out.”

“I already did.” I shut my suitcase and zipped it. “I’ll get the rest of my things later this week.”

“Ha. Charlie McBillionaire isn’t going to know what hit him when hurricane Marley blows through.” Olivia laughed, clapping her hands.

Charlie

I had stopped on the way home and got a carry-out from the Thai place around the corner. Just as I sat down to eat, my penthouse phone rang. Walking over, I answered it.