“Thanks. I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
“Don’t you think you should wait a bit?”
“Why would I?”
“You two just found out you’re having a baby. Let that sink in first. Propose later.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I love her, and I want to marry her.”
“Okay.” He laughed. “I get it. Wow. I can’t believe you’re going to be a father. Man, how times have changed. I’m not sure how your grandmother is going to feel about it.”
“I don’t give a damn how she feels. She can fuck off for all I care.”
“I agree, but you know how she is.”
“I do, and that’s why we need to remove her from the board.”
“Right.” He laughed. “And how are you going to make that happen?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m working on it.”
“You’re serious?” He cocked his head.
“Dead serious. I want that woman out of my life. Once she’s off the board, I’ll never have to see her again.”
Two Weeks Later
Samantha
It was lunch time, and I was sitting in the faculty lounge with Greta, eating lunch, when Zoey walked in.
“Mom?”
“Hey, Zoe. What’s up?”
“I’m not feeling good. I have a bad sore throat and a headache.”
I jumped up from my chair, walked over to her, and placed the back of my hand on her forehead.
“You don’t feel warm.”
“I feel like crap. I called Wes, and he’s sending Ben to pick me up and take me home. I just wanted to let you know.”
“Okay.” I kissed her forehead. “Go home, take some Motrin, and go to sleep.”
“That’s the plan.” She coughed.”
“I hope she’s okay,” Greta said.
“Me too. I hate when she gets sick.” I sat down.
“Well, in a few months, you’ll have another little one to worry about.” She grinned.
Weston
Zoey opened the car door and climbed inside.
“Did she buy the whole sick act?” I asked.