“What’s wrong with Hunter?” she asked.
I shook her off as I climbed out of bed and searched for some damn pants. There was a pit as big as the Grand Canyon spreading through my belly.
“Savi’s on her way over. Get dressed.” I closed the bathroom door behind me and took a breath. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t good. Savi wouldn’t show up on a Monday morning at the crack of dawn otherwise.
***
Julie emerged from the bedroom dressed for school. Hunter was still asleep. I wanted it to stay that way until I heard what Savannah had to say.
There was a rap on the door and I immediately pulled her inside.
“What is going on?” My voice bared down on her.
She unwrapped a scarf and heavy coat, while she shook the snow from her gloves. The city was coated in a blanket of white.
“Before I tell you, you need to calm down, Kane.”
Julie walked next to me. “Good morning, Savi. What’s going on?”
“Hi. It’s not good news I’m afraid. We need to talk.”
“I’ll make some coffee,” Julie offered.
I looked up at the Christmas tree, looming over us. It was decorated with colored lights and paper decorations Hunter had spent half the night making. I’d never had anything in my house like it before. I’d never played Christmas carols or laughed so hard.
And I’d never loved any woman as hard as I did Julie when I took her to bed. It had been on my tongue the entire time. How much I loved her. How much I loved what we had built together. As I grazed her body with my lips it was all I could think about. And when I made her come over and over while it snowed outside I wanted her to know my life was different because of her.
We had this kid now. We had a tree. We had a family. And it was because of her.
I glared at Savannah, daring her to mess with it. Daring her to touch my family.
We sat around the kitchen island while Julie poured everyone a mug of coffee.
“Hunter is still asleep, but I need to wake him up in thirty minutes to get him ready for school,” she explained to Savannah.
“I understand, but this couldn’t wait.”
“Spit it out.”
“Legal called me before I called you.” She sat on the small stool, gripping her coffee cup. “And it seems like a lot of people saw Hunter and Julie in your family box last night during the game.”
“So? There’s some kind of problem with that?” I didn’t get it. I hadn’t watched the playback of the game like I usually did. Instead I was making a paper chain out of construction paper.
I could tell Savi was selecting the words she wanted to use. She only did that when she had bad news to deliver. Like my contract was in jeopardy, or I had lost another sponsor.
“A woman saw Hunter at the game. She called the police and reported him as her son.”
“That’s impossible,” Julie blurted out. “Hunter’s mother died.”
Savannah looked at each of us. “The woman claims that Hunter was kidnapped from her and that the woman who died was not actually his birth mother.”
Julie staggered backward and I caught her before she hit the counter. “I’ve got you, baby.”
“That can’t be.” Her face was white.
“No, it can’t,” I growled. “She’s lying.”
“Legal is looking into it, but so far the woman’s story checks out. She had a son who matches Hunter’s description who was reported missing three years ago.”