Pulling the door open, he saw a gorgeous woman and immediately thought of Lupita Nyong'o.
“About damn time!” She sounded nothing like the graceful actress.
Trent’s brow raised a fraction, but he didn’t say a word.
“Do you mind?” she asked, setting a foot inside his house.
She cut her eyes at him before glancing at her watch. That was when Trent saw the stroller behind her. Ms. Uninvited set an infant carrier on the ground between them after stepping across the threshold.
“How did you get past the gate?”
“It was open when I got here.”
Trent peered around her because he knew he closed it.
“Earlier when the ambulance was here.”
The woman just shrugged.
“Do I know you?”
“You don’t remember me?” Her angry scowl became masked from hurt.
“Why should I?”
“It’s been just over a year, but not that much has changed other than the child we share together.”
“Come again?” That’s when he saw an infant stirring beneath a blanket in the carrier. The plush pink and white covering did nothing to soften his discomfort.
What the hell?
“We met in Vegas the spring before last.”
“And it’s about time you met the daughter we share as a result.”
“Look Miss… I don’t even know your name, so how do I have a daughter?”
Dark piercing eyes were now damp. “Trina.”
She cleared her throat, jutted out her chin. “My name is Trina.”
Trent ran a hand over his head, refusing to glance at the child. As far as he knew, he wasn’t anyone’s father. What he needed to do was call the authorities to come escort this crazy lady from his property. “Trina, if this child is mine, why am I just hearing about it now? If this happened more than a year ago, that means your kid is what…two or three months?”
Trina rolled her eyes pointing to the carrier between them. “She turned six months yesterday and… I… I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“I thought she was my husband’s. That was until the taping yesterday.”
If it didn’t prove him to be a complete ass, Trent would have laughed out loud. “Did you say your husband?”
Trina nodded. “It was the night of my bachelorette party in Vegas. We met and well, you… you gave me a night to remember.”
More like eighteen years, if what she was saying was true. But it’s not.
“Somehow word got back to my husband about that night and he got suspicious and suggested we go on the show to get the baby tested. Up until the wedding, we used condoms.”
What the hell? Trent shook his head in disbelief and rolled his eyes. This woman was something else. And I always use condoms.
Shit, Trent thought to himself, waiting for her to read his mind again. But if a condom did break, he would’ve remembered that major detail. Right? Unless it was that trip to Vegas, the one he wanted to forget.
“He insisted we get London tested and that’s when Maury confirmed it this morning, you’re her..." Trina said. She stopped only to make sure she had Trent's attention. She had it all right, but it was her quivering lip and shaky voice that puzzled him. "You're London's father.”
Copyright © 2015 by Tia Kelly. All rights reserved.
About Baby Love:
The son of an NBA legend, Trent Scott was born a catch and groomed since birth to know it. Little fazes him, including the mystery woman that appears on his doorstep with a baby in tow… even when she claims Trent is the father before disappearing. Until he can prove otherwise and find the delusional woman, he’s stuck caring for a kid he knows can’t be his… or is it?
Brandi Avery is ready to start the next chapter of her life. After coming to the rescue of a frazzled (and extremely attractive) stranger with an adorable (yet obviously upset) baby, she can’t help but fall for Trent Scott… which wouldn’t be so bad if she could convince him to feel the same way about her.
Baby Love is a romantic comedy.
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