My Favorite Girl

Chapter 34: You can't do this

March 30, 2005:

Jordan has three shows, so he will leave the day before his first and return the day after his last. He will be gone for five days. 

He is flying to Denver tomorrow evening. I have packed his bags to ensure he has everything he will need. He has kept his arms around me all day.

AJ has been clung to her daddy. She had shots yesterday and isn't feeling well. All she has wanted is her daddy. 

We have to run to the store, so I get Avery's coat on; it's still a little chilly and grab my purse. I lock the door, and we leave. I buckle Avery into his seat, and Jordan buckles AJ. He walks around and opens my door; he pushes my body into the backdoor and kisses me. 

We are standing in our driveway with his body pushed against mine, kissing in our driveway in broad daylight.  

Jordan finally raises his body off of mine as he kisses my neck; he holds my hand and smacks my butt. Then helps me in and closes the door behind me. 

"All night, baby girl. Once the kids are in bed, it's going to be me and you."

"I can't wait, babe. I mean, we have to take care of each other for the five days you will be gone."

They drove into town and went to the grocery store; he stopped at the pharmacy and got the kid's prescriptions. 

Neither of them saw the car parked across the street. Chris knew Jordan was leaving town, and he had taken time off work to fly into Boston. He had been here for two days, and today is the first time he has seen her. 

Yesterday, Jordan came out to the mailbox holding his daughter. She looked like she was sleeping. I got here at two yesterday and slept in my car. I am watching them so I can make my move when he leaves. 

I fucked up because I wanted more than just a quick lay. I mean, yeah, she was good in bed, but she was just inexperienced.

We were young, and I was dumb. She has gotten more beautiful as she's gotten older. I saw their little bedside light on for hours after the other lights went off. She barely made it thirty minutes with me. Yet, she goes for hours with him. 

I saw their shadows get up and go to the bathroom; about fifteen minutes later, they both came out. They were hugging and kissing, then laid down, and the light went out. I know she likes to shower after sex. 

We started dating in high school; she was a cheerleader, and I was the quarterback. She was the prettiest girl in school. Her dad was from Hawaii and moved here as a child. We went to both proms together and moved in together after we graduated. We attended college together, and six months before our wedding date, I got bad news.  

(Flashback to 1996)

I had been sleeping with Stacy for fun and yet was still sleeping with Sam. I would come home, take a shower, and we would fix dinner. It felt like more of a job than my life with Sam. With Stacy, there were no expectations, and she had been with several guys, so she was experienced, and it was fun. 

So, Stacy called me, and I went to her house. She looked really nervous. "Chris, I have some bad news. I know you are getting married to Sam in a few months. I am pregnant."

I flipped out and jumped up. I didn't know what to do. How did I let this happen? My whole life was crumbling. I had to step up and be a father to my child. I had to do the right thing even tho it broke my heart and I had to end my relationship with Samantha. 

"You're sure it's mine? The baby, I mean." 

"Yes, Chris, you are the only one I have slept with for the last six months, and I am seven weeks pregnant. I, um, well, I don't expect anything from you except child support, and Sam will never have to know the baby's yours."