His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

But what if she was wrong? Reagan clearly still had some form of feelings for me, or else we wouldn’t have fucked like that in the club.

The other reason why I was more reluctant to give up was because of Bobby. The kid has been on my mind. Signs kept pointing to him being my kid, but Reagan wouldn’t have hidden that from me. I was sure if Bobby was my child, Reagan would have told me long ago.

“What’s bothering you, man?” Darren came over to the bar at Club Taboo and sat next to me.

The club was getting ready to open for the night, so the only people there were other staff members. Darren was a significant investor and a good friend, so I’d typically let him in before operating hours. I hadn’t known he was there that day, though. One of the workers must have let him in.

“What are you talking about?” I sat up straight. I had been leaning onto the bar, nursing my drink. I probably looked depressed.

“Clearly, something is bothering you, Aiden. You look sad, which is very new for you.”

“I don’t know, Darren. I’ve found myself in a very complicated situation, and I’m trying to figure out what to do next.”

“Do you want to tell me what the situation is? Maybe I could help.” He waved to the bartender, who immediately brought him a whiskey on the rocks.

I wasn’t sure what Darren could do, but it wouldn’t hurt to have an outside perspective.

“Do you remember that girl I was talking to the night the club opened?”

“Yeah, I do,” he chuckled. “Sorry if I ruined the vibe going on between you two. Sometimes I just put my foot in my mouth.”

“Trust me, you didn’t ruin anything.” No one could mess things up between Reagan and me as much as Reagan and myself. “Our whole relationship is kind of weird. We dated a little under ten years ago before she just dumped me for another guy, the only thing that explained it was a note she left. I thought I was done with her, but all that shit happened the other night, and I just found out she has a son.”

“She’s got a kid?” Darren asked. He raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink. “That’s pretty serious. Does it have anything to do with you?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “He’s the right age, I guess, but Reagan never contacted me about any kid. I didn’t think she was the type to do that, but I also thought she wouldn’t run off the way she did, so maybe I never really knew her.”

“Have you tried asking her?”

“She always dodges the question. I’m not sure I’m going to get a straight answer out of her.”

Without a straight answer from Reagan, there was no way for me to know. There could be so many reasons why she wasn’t just telling me. The biggest one was that Bobby was my kid, but she could also be avoiding having to tell me about that guy she left me for. I couldn’t pinpoint what was going on without more information.

“Maybe you could find out without Reagan’s help?”

“How?”

“You could hire a PI. They’d have access to certain files and contacts that you don’t. A PI could get you the answers you’re looking for.”

Hiring a private investigator had never crossed my mind. They’d be better at this stuff than I was, knowing where to look or who to ask. I had been hoping that I could just talk with Reagan, but that didn’t seem like it was going to be a possibility, and I really needed to know if Bobby was my son.

“Yeah, maybe that will work. I don’t know the first thing about finding a PI, though.”

Darren held up his finger while he took out his wallet. “I actually have the guy for you.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to me. “He actually owns an agency with his sister, so you might get one of them or a new PI that they’ve hired. Everyone that works there does top-notch work, so whoever you get will do a stand-up job.”

“Yeah?” I took the card from him, looking it over. “McWeaver, McWeaver, and Associates.”

If Darren was saying they were worth checking out, then I was more than happy to give these guys a try.

“They’re great, I promise.”

“I’ll give them a call.”

Maybe then I could finally have some peace of mind. If Bobby wasn’t mine, I could move on. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to get involved with Reagan and her kid then. I’d always be thinking of that other guy she left me for.

But Bobby was a pretty great kid. I liked spending time with him at the diner, eating pancakes together. And if he was mine, I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. I had already missed so much.