The Randy Romance Novelist(88)

I cringed. “Fuck, dude. I don’t want to hear about you jacking off. Does that really seem like Monday morning talk? Let alone office talk?”

“I had to tell somebody.” He leaned forward. “Bro-mander in chief, I hit it hard and had a giant orgasm.”

I gave him a thumbs up. “Good for you, man. If you will excuse me—”

“You’re not hearing me. I couldn’t get it up with Tasha, but then I watched James Deen spray it on a chick’s tits, and I was coming harder than ever before. Dude . . . I’m gay.”

“I . . .” I paused and thought about what he just told me. “What did you say?”

Freddy puffed his chest out and grabbed a rainbow flag from his pocket. He waved it in the air as if he was surrendering. “I’m waving my flag. I’m gay. You’re the first person I’m telling.”

“Wow,” I sat back in my seat, caught a little off guard. “That’s great, Freddy. I’m happy for you.”

“Really?” Freddy visibly relaxed in his chair and took a deep breath. He wiped his forehead and smiled. “Man, I thought you were going to ask me to leave.”

“Why the hell would I do that? Freddy, I don’t care what your sexual orientation is. Really doesn’t matter to me, as long as you’re happy.”

Freddy pursed his lips and nodded his head. He pointed his finger at me and said, “I knew you would be cool about this. I just knew you would accept me. Come here, big guy.”

Circling my desk, Freddy pulled me up from my chair and embraced me, locking me in his titan-like grip.

“This makes me so happy,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re going to be my wingman. I need someone out there helping me scout the men.”

“I’d be glad to,” I answered him, talking into his shoulder.

Awkwardly, Freddy rubbed his head against mine, turning a man hug into something a little more, something I wasn’t really into. Thankfully, my phone started to ring, so I pushed away from him and straightened out my suit jacket.

“Uh, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to answer that.”

“You got it,” Freddy tucked his shirt into his pants and righted his belt. “Let me know when you want to go out. I’ve been doing a lot of research about the gay bar scene. I’m ready to make an impact on this community. Gay rights!” he put his fist in the air.

“Gay rights!” I mimicked him.

Freddy pumped his chest with his fist twice and then pointed at me. “You’re my bro, Henry.”

“Yup, okay. I’m going to answer this now.”

Ducking out, Freddy left my office, making sure to close the door for privacy. I answered the phone and made a note on my desk to send some kind of coming-out present to Freddy. I had no clue if that was something people did, but I wanted to make sure Freddy felt accepted. Maybe some kind of guide to the New York gay scene.

“Hello?”

“Dude, you are in for a special treat,” Derk said on the other end of the phone.

I slouched in my chair and held onto my head. “What’s going on?”

“She admitted to being pregnant. I guess she went to the doctor on Saturday. They confirmed it.”

Saturday, my mind went back to Saturday and what happened. The party, the vagina balls, her need to be incredibly sexy for me. Funny thing was, she didn’t even have to try. Was she feeling self-conscious about being pregnant?

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

“I think she would ask you the same thing.”

“What are you talking about?” I prodded.

“She knows you know she’s pregnant.”

I shook my head. “Why does this feel like an episode of Friends? Did you tell her I knew?”

“She might have guessed it, but that’s beside the point. She doesn’t think you want to be with her, since you never said anything to her about knowing. Dude, this situation is so f*cked up and all because you two are idiots and didn’t talk to each other.”

“It wasn’t that easy,” I sighed, massaging my temple. “I had to score this promotion first. She’s been insanely hormonal lately. I had to secure our future, but now it’s a giant mess. Where is she?”

“They are on their way to the doctor’s for an appointment. She was so scared at her appointment on Saturday that she left without finding out any information from the doctor. Delaney took her to figure everything out. She thinks she’s three months pregnant.”

“I can believe that,” I answered back. “What’s the address of the doctor? Find out from Delaney. I need to be there.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Thanks.”

When we hung up. I quickly typed an email out to Eric, letting him know I needed a personal day today, and that I would be back to work tomorrow. I had a girlfriend to tend to but needed to make a quick stop at the apartment before I made it to the appointment.

***

“Is Rosie Bloom with a doctor right now?” I asked the receptionist at the office. “I’m her boyfriend, and was supposed to meet her here.” I might have a lied just a little, but I didn’t want to miss this appointment. I was out of breath from running around and trying to make it here on time, but I had a feeling it was going to be worth it.