Fallen Crest University (Fallen Crest High #5)(67)

His emotion was thick. I felt my own rising up, blocking my vocal cords.

“I didn’t show up. I meant to. David thought I would be there, but I wasn’t, and I’m sorry for that. I was mourning, and that’s no excuse. I’ve been messing up nonstop since I found out about you, but with this one…”

His head hung down. The charismatic and charming Garrett that I’d witnessed at times morphed into an unsure little boy. He was vulnerable, and he’d meant every word he said.

I held my breath. I hoped he’d meant every word. It meant he was flawed, not intentionally a f*ck-up.

I shook my head. What was I doing? But a sister…I was going to be a big sister.

He started to speak, but I cut in, “You can’t not call anymore.”

He looked back up. A shine of tears was on his eyelids, ready to spill. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“You have to call. Once a week.”

He wiped at the corner of his eye. “I know. I got an earful from Sharon when she found out I hadn’t been calling you. She’d thought I had. Her mama bear stuff has been coming out with you, too.”

I cursed in my head. I knew, after hearing that, that I would be getting another mother in my life. A wary chuckle left me. I didn’t know how I was going to handle any of this, but a sister…I never thought about it.

I asked, “Is she here?”

“Sharon?”

I nodded.

“No.” He gestured to Molly and Summer, both dabbing at the corners of their eyes. “She said I needed to make things right by myself. She’d sweep in and smother you with kisses. She’s been waiting for a long time, but now, with the baby, there’s no holding her back anymore. She was going to find you whether or not I made things right today with you.”

Mama Malinda would approve.

A small grin was on my face. I didn’t try to hold it back. “I’m still so pissed at you, but…” I pressed my lips together. “A little sister?”

“Yeah.” A proud expression crossed his features. “I got lucky. Two daughters now.”

“Do you have a name picked out?”

“Ah!” Molly stuck her fingers in her ears and turned away. “I don’t want to hear. Sharon didn’t want anyone to know.”

Summer groaned. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. Here, we’ll go in the back.” She searched my face, taking hold of her stepmother’s elbow. “This was part of the reason I didn’t say anything. We all knew he wanted to tell you himself. I am sorry for deceiving you.”

I waited until they were out of earshot before murmuring, “You’re really close to Summer’s family?”

“What?” Garrett was grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, yeah, I am. She really hasn’t said a word?”

I shook my head. “Not a word.”

“Wow. She said she’d keep quiet, but I didn’t think she really would. She’s a good goddaughter. She’s excited about little Seb.”

“Seb?”

A car door sounded behind me. I heard it in the back of my mind, but I wasn’t paying attention. “You’re naming her Seb?”

Garrett laughed. “No, no. Sabrina, but her nickname will be Seb. Sharon’s already calling her that. We’re not quite out of the first trimester, but I knew I needed to let you know what was going on. I mean, we’re hoping you’ll be her godmother.”

More emotion. More tears.

My heart was melting.

I coughed, trying to clear some of the pressure weighing on my chest. “Of course.”

The door opened behind me.

I was going to be a godmother. My word. I knew my smile was spread from cheek to cheek. I couldn’t wait to tell Mason and Logan.

A male voice sounded behind me.

“Uncle Garrett, I forgot you were coming today.”

Wait…

A sickening feeling took root.

Garrett laughed and reached around me to shake a hand. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. It’s your birthday. Plus,” he clasped me to him, bringing me around to face who I already knew it was, “I can finally introduce you to my daughter. Samantha.”

I wanted to vomit.

Garrett introduced, “This is my godson, Sebastian.”

Looking down at me, his eyes laughing at me, was Park Sebastian. One corner of his mouth lifted into a cocky smirk and he drawled, “Happy birthday to me.”

I punched Sebastian.

My hand was in a fist, and I was swinging before I realized what I was doing. When I did, I swung harder. I glared at him, silently daring him to do something about it.

Sebastian kept staring right back at me.

I’d made contact with his cheek, and a red spot was already forming, but he hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t flinched. He hadn’t hissed. He hadn’t stepped back. He took the hit and never broken eye contact with me.

Well, if he was going for scary…I thought about doing it again.

He must’ve sensed my intent. He warned, “Don’t you dare.”

I huffed out, “Really?” And I swung again. I didn’t care about the girls-can’t-hit-guys-because-they-can’t-fight-back rule. That was bullshit.

Park Sebastian deserved all the punches he got.