“I’m married, but not.” He speaks with his hands.
“Are you fucking married or not?” I yell, getting up. How can this be happening to me?
“Dear, the stress isn’t good for the baby,” my father speaks quietly.
“I got married to help a friend out.” Noah gets up, coming to me, his hands rubbing my arms up and down. “She was Canadian and needed a green card.”
“Idiot,” Austin says from behind my sister, shaking his head.
“It was Sabrina.” Noah looks at Austin like the name should ring a bell.
“Sabrina, college Sabrina? The Sabrina you chased for nine months? The one you tried to have sex with? But then found out she was a lesbian Sabrina?” Austin asks.
“I didn’t try to have sex with her or chase her for nine months. It was more like nine weeks,” Noah says, shaking his head.
“You snuck into her dorm room and lay on her bed naked with a can of whipped cream,” Austin reminds him. “You asked her if she wanted cream in her coffee while lathering yourself with said whipped cream.”
“Okay, fine, I tried to sleep with her once.” Noah finally looks over at him.
“Didn’t she try to get a restraining order against you?” Austin asks, slamming his hand on his pants, laughing. “You sent her a dick pic and she sent you a picture of a knife with a carrot cut in two.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Noah points to him. “She needed help, so she came to me because she knew I would help her.”
“How would you help a lesbian Canadian?” Lauren asks the question everyone is dying to ask.
“Sabrina and her girlfriend, Tonya, came to me and asked for help. You see, Sabrina’s student visa was running out and the only way for her to stay in the country was to get a green card. Well, back then, lesbian weddings were not legal, so they came to me.” Noah tells us his side of the story.
“So you just helped them out, no strings attached?” Lauren asks him with her eyes going into slits.
“Well, not really.” Noah looks down and then up. “I had to watch them have sex.” He puts his hands up when my mother gasps and my father closes his lips together to stop from laughing.
“You had to?” Austin tries to hide his smirk.
“It was one time and I wasn’t allowed to join in. They tied me to a chair. I couldn’t even.” He motions to his hand moving up and down. “You know.”
“He has lost his mind.” Austin looks at him, then at me.
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll just get the papers drawn up, and then we can get it signed. We can be married right away.” He pushes my hair behind my ears. “I just have to find her.”
I look up into the eyes of the man who is going to be the father of my child. Into the blue eyes of the man who literally swept me off my feet. Only for me to find out that he’s married. “You’re married.” I pull away from him, looking at everyone in the room. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I go into the kitchen to get a knife.
Dad jumps into action, coming to me while Austin pushes Lauren behind him and Mom shouts in horror.
“You son of a bitch, I’m going to cut off your small ass pecker.” I lash out with the knife, but Dad takes it from me. “After everything that I told you, after I poured my heart out to you, you would think this would have been brought up. Like ‘hey, funny story, I got married,’ or ‘I’m a fucking moron and did something so stupid’ but nothing, not a fucking word.” My hands go up and I slap them down. “You’re an asshole and you’re just like them.” My voice gets quiet. “I need some alone time.” I start walking out of the room, feeling all eyes on me, and feeling Noah’s body heat right behind me. I turn to face him and he almost crashes into me. “That means from you, too.” I turn to walk up the stairs, zoning out the arguing that is coming from the living room. Closing the door behind me, I turn the lock closed. I fall onto my bed, making some of the throw pillows fall on the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Noah
“I know you fucked up before, but this is the biggest fuck up of your life,” Austin says to the room.
I just watched the love of my life—that is right, the love of my fucking life—walk away from me with our child. I turn, watching everyone watching me. “I’m going to fix this and then we are going to get married and we are going to be married forever,” I tell her mother, who looks at me with half murder in her eyes while Lauren is straight out planning my death and from the look on her face it’s going to be painful.