Slip

Chapter Two

Leo

Chip's face turned black after he told Marc no. I didn't understand it at first but I then remembered that Chip and Amy weren't on very good terms. You'd think they would be happy now that she's pregnant. When they first told me about it, my first thought was 'isn't Amy too old?'

"Nah, man. Amy's only forty-five," They told me. This blew my mind. The makeup she wore put ten extra years on her. Chip hated her makeup. I always felt like she needed it. She wasn't all that cute anyway.

Marc frowned at him. "Why not?" He asked. "You don't like Margaret?"

"Amy won't be around for too long." Chip muttered.

Eric frowned, looking at him. "Amy's dying?"

"No no no. We might be getting a divorce."

"But the ba-" I started.

"She had a miscarriage." He said lowly. Chip's blue eyes became sad. He always had the biggest smile and his dimples would mold his face when he spoke. Tonight they weren't making their famous appearance.

Wow. "O-oh I'm so sorry, C." Eric pat his back.

"I didn't want it." He said harshly.

This hurt. I felt kind of like a wimp for saying so but I did hurt for him and Amy. So many questions ran through my head about this. If he didn't want the baby then why was he so excited when he first found out? Why wouldn't he want it? Chip was always the one to want a kid. He really wanted a boy! I always remembered talking to him about it. All he had were girls. He had three at that. What made this pregnancy any different? Was it because he already didn't want to be with her anymore? I couldn't tell. I didn't want to ask though.

The guys continued talking as my eyes stepped back to the marble bar top. Charlotte came over and set my second glass of Guinness in front of me. "What's wrong?" She asked so softly.

I looked up at her and shook my head. "Oh uh, nothing, love. Thank you."

"Ya know, lying is rude.." She smirked at me, leaning over. I knew her cleavage was showing from her gray tank top. I never found interest in looking. She was a respectable girl.  She deserved to be looked in the eye when spoken to.

"What if I'm not lying?" I tilted my head at her statement.

"Then good for you. But you're lying so tell me what's up," She said little forcefully.

"Don't worry about it." I shook my head, giving a quick chuckle. "Subject change. How are you?"

Her face lit up. "You're the first to ask me that today! I'm really excited actually!"

"Why's that?"

"Remember when I told you that I was looking for my father?" She asked and pulled out her phone. I nodded, watching her carefully. "I'm so close to finding him! Like I feel like if he were to be in the same room with him, I would know it but I just wouldn't know who he was. You know what I mean?"

I nodded. "Right. So what all have you learned?"

"Well he's still alive and his name is Charles-" she started but was cut off by Chip.

"What?" He looked at us with a raised brow.

"Oh no. She's talking about her dad." I waved my hand.

"Oh." He nodded and looked back up at the telly.

Charlotte continued talking about this man that she'd never met before. She seemed to know so much but nothing about him. She told stories of his early life when he was with her mother. She told me that when they were together, he was on a 'long break' with his girlfriend. He was twenty-six when she was born but he wasn't in the delivery room simply because he didn't know about her.

Charlotte was so into finding this guy and I could relate to her. My father wasn't around either. I didn't realize that I was supposed to have a father until I got to kindergarten. She always knew she was supposed to have one. She always longed to find him.

I first met her two years ago when she started working at the bar. I always thought she was so beautiful and I would've made a move a long time ago if I wasn't married at the time.

"And what kind of person would I be if I just stopped looking, ya know?" She sat up and went to get a glass for Jason.

"You'd be a quitter." I called after her.

"Exactly! And I won't stop until I find him." She smiled wide and poured some vodka into his glass.

I watched as Jason leaned over and whispered into her ear.