Sensation

Chapter 31 - Franky

Are you fucking kidding me? Of course this fucking douche bag is the sperm donor of our child. That's why his fucking smile looked so familiar... Mateo makes that face when he's taking a crap in his diaper and I come to change him.

Fuck. I punch the dashboard and began to get angrier. I really can't believe this. This has to be a joke right? I see Azalea walking out of the sperm bank, clenching her jaw, as she does when she's mad and tries to maintain her composure.

She opened the car door and we just sat there in silence. I threw my head back into my seat and squeezed my eyes shut and opened them.

"Nope, this isn't a dream." I said aloud. I turned to her and saw tears coming from Azalea's eyes. I turned toward her and pulled her head into my chest. And she just began hysterically crying. I rubbed her back and shushed her.

"Babe, this isn't your fault. You didn't know that he was our donor. It's a fucked up situation yes but I'm not mad at you. This just makes me dislike this douche even more. But we'll be okay. It's not like Jeremiah will be in Mateo's life so we have nothing to worry about." I continued to caress her and attempt to sooth her.

"He knew." I leaned back and scrounged up my face, confused.

"What do you mean, 'he knew?'" She sat up and wiped at her eyes and looked down at her hands. She brought her eyes to me.

"He knew that we took his sperm. When I was picking up the paperwork you knocked on the floor... one of the documents stated he requested to find out who took his sperm. My name was written right there in black and white..."

So this motherfucker knew that he was the father of Mateo and came to my fucking wedding to gloat. Oh, no. I'm not letting this go, this is about to be dealt with.

"Take me to his house." I sternly said to Azalea.

"What? Babe, I will not take you to his house. You and I are going to get our son." She put the car in reverse.

"His son."

Azalea broke her neck to look at me and couldn't believe what I had just said. I was angry and hadn't realized that I was about to say would hurt her.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean that." I reached toward her and she slapped my hands from coming toward her.

The car began to move backward... Azalea moved her foot from the gas pedal, forgetting she didn't put the car back in park. I looked past her and there weren't any cars coming so we were fine. I yelled at her to put the car in park and next thing I knew...