Pregnant By My Bestfriend

chapter fifty-nine

Kai-

"Please try," Amber coaches.

"Amber what if your dream was completely off," I say.

"What if it was completely right and you have a daughter out there!" She fights.

I take a deep breath. I dial in Karissa's number we found from Facebook. She answers.

"Hey, this is Kai Corbett. I don't know if you remember me," I start.

"Oh, Kai? Of course I remember you." She answers.

I hear a girl in the background. "Not now honey, in a second." She says calmly.

"Okay, Sorry. Is there a specific reason why you're calling?" She asks.

"Yes, Karissa. Would you like to go get coffee sometime?" I ask awkwardly.

"Sure, Kai. I'm still here so maybe Tray-C's Coffee and Tea?"

"Sounds great. Maybe 4 o'clock next Tuesday?" I ask.

"Yep, I can do four. Anyways, I have to go. Thanks for the call." She hangs up.

Amber looks at me with a "I knew you had a secret daughter face!"

I put the phone down and grab her by the waist. I pick her up and plop her on the bed. I kiss her feet then slowly go down, down, to her feet, where I kiss them then put my hands on them.

I rub and massage her feet hard, then kiss her lips beside her.

She's so beautiful.

I walk into the coffee shop at four. There she is.

Karissa Jones.

We shake hands awkwardly. "So, Karissa. How've you been?" I ask.

"Good, busy but good. How about you?" She asks.

"Really good. I'm married, and really happy." I answer.

"Oh, good, I'm glad." She says bluntly. "I'm seeing someone, I have been for a while now."

"Do you have any kids?" I ask.

For some reason, this struck her. Her face went dull. I realized why I was meeting her in the first place. To find out if she had my baby.

"Yes, a daughter. She's twenty." She replies.

My heart stops beating.

"My oldest, Dawson, is now 10." I reply.

"How many kids do you have?" She asks.

"Five." I answer.

"Wow, your wife must be busy." She jokes.

She's still gorgeous, the way she was in college. She's a lot more mature, that's for sure. I mean, she is now 37 I think.

"What are their names?" She asks curiously.

"Dawson, Zoe, then triplets Andrea Breanna and Chelsea." I say.

"My girl is named Kennedy." She says with a smile.

"How old is she?" I ask.

"20. She's all grown up and moved out."

For some reason this hits me like a brick. I wasn't expecting a 20 year old. I was expecting a little girl the same age as Zoe, or something.

We talk for about an hour and a half, when we depart.

With no talk about me having a daughter.

A 20 year old college student.