His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. There went my idea of not causing a scene.

I felt like my head and heart were going to explode with frustration. “How dare I?” I asked incredulously. “How dare YOU! You’re sitting here acting all holier-than-thou like you’re the best guy in the world, and you aren’t.”

He sat back and rolled his eyes. “I never said that I was,” Josh snapped, his voice so loud he was all but yelling. “I just said that Ted isn’t a good guy, which you know already, Nadia. Why are you being such a bitch about it?”

It was my turn to get furious.

“A bitch?” I huffed, as I knocked over the basket of fries. “A bitch? So, now we’re resorting to name-calling? Well, if I’m a bitch, then you’re an asshole.”

I slammed my hand into the table so hard, one of the waitresses yelped. Fueled with rage and embarrassment, I grabbed my purse and slid out of the booth, but not before I flicked an oily, ketchup covered French Fry onto Josh’s shirt.

He glared at me, about to open his stupid mouth once more, but I didn’t let him get the last word. I stormed off from the table, out of the diner door, and started walking down the road. I was livid. I didn’t even want to be near Joshua at that moment.

About a block down the road — in front of a small pharmacy — I stopped mid-step when I realized that there was a problem. I didn’t have my purse, and Joshua had the keys to the car. Without money or my ID, I was going nowhere — not to mention that I wasn’t even sure which small California town we were in.

Crap, I thought.

The only thing that I could really do was eat crow and go back to Joshua.

I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to see that smug look on his face, the look that said that he was right, and I was wrong. I knew that Ted wasn’t the best guy in the world. Still, I wasn’t about to give Joshua the satisfaction of knowing that he was right, especially after acting like such as asshole. I was not going to spend the rest of the trip with him if he was going to act like that. And I couldn’t understand why he was doing it.

Unable to think straight, I started back down the road, unsure of where I was going or what I was going to do.Chapter Four - JoshuaI paced back and forth outside the dinner for what felt like an eternity. Nadia really had walked off, and I had no idea where she was going.

What my best friend has said really irritated me. Was I really that bad with women? I tried not to be, but somehow, something always went wrong. There was a little voice in the back of my mind that said the same thing was happening with Nadia now, I couldn’t figure out why. We had gotten into fights in the past, but this was new.

Walking down a dusty highway alone was crazy. Nadia didn’t usually act that way. What if she got hurt? I’d never forgive myself.

Then, I saw her. Nadia was marching back to the car, her head up in the air pridefully. Her eyes still held fire, but I didn’t care. I was just happy that she was back and that she was okay. I ran over to the car, taking long strides to clear the distance between where I stood and where the car sat.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re back…” I began, trying to catch my breath.

“I only came back for my purse,” she snapped, pointing into the widow at the bag sitting on the seat. She waited with her hand on the door handle for me to unlock the door.

“We should talk,” I tried to explain. “I’ve booked a room and…”

Nadia waved her hand then slung her purse over her shoulder. “No need,” she said, putting up a hand as if she were silencing me. “I just want my purse, and I’ll be on my way.”

This was ridiculous. “Please, can we talk,” I begged, knowing how stubborn she was.

Nadia took a few steps back from me and folded her arms, staring me up and down. “You really embarrassed me back there,” she admitted. “And I’m not exactly sure why. The only way that I’d even be willing to have a conversation with you is if you apologize.”

I sighed deeply, feeling my whole body deflate. “I’m sorry,” I said. I really was, but more than anything, I just wanted us to stop being mad at each other.

“That’s it?” she asked, her eyes wide “You’re sorry?”

“Well, yeah…” I said, flashing a smile in her direction and running a hand through my hair. “Do you accept my apology?”