Expecting the Playboy's Baby Read Online Free PDF Page B

his home he stopped off at a store that specialised in baby products. Without thinking, he got out of his car and wandered up and down the aisles. Women stopped and muttered to each other. He ignored their presence and concentrated on buying something for his baby.
    The other women meant nothing to him. He was going to show Jennifer he meant to be a real father and a real husband to her. That night she’d given him a chance, and he was more than willing to show her he deserved plenty more chances.
    Picking up a couple of teddy bears and some newborn clothing, he paid for his purchases and made his way out to his car.
    When he got home, he dumped his purchases on the kitchen counter. He checked his messages and then fired up his laptop. His father might think he spent a great deal of his time partying and fucking, but he still worked.
    He was currently investing in a company that helped disadvantaged children. Once he checked his email, he put a call through to his father.
    “You better have a good reason why Edward Dixon is phoning me every ten minutes,” Robert said.
    “I knocked his daughter up.”
    There was silence at his comment. He’d been purposefully crude with his statement.
    “What?”
    “You heard me. Jennifer Dixon, the girl from the newspaper article on your desk this very morning. I’m the reason she vomited at the seafood place. She’s pregnant with my baby.”
    He heard his father collapse into a nearby chair. “I can’t believe you.”
    “She won’t marry me, either. Looks like you’re going to have a grandson coming into the world without the benefit of wedlock.”
    Patrick hung up the phone. The last thing he needed was to hear his father berate him. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and wandered through his house. For too long he’d been living an empty life. He was tired of being alone. In her own way, Jennifer was offering him something he’d wanted for a very long time.
    He’d wanted a family of his own. Their parents were going to interfere with their lives. He knew that, and he’d put money on it that Jennifer would know it as well.
    They didn’t have a lot of choices open to them. He swigged down his beer and moved into his library. Staring out of the window, he gazed in the direction of where his son or daughter had been conceived.
    Whatever happened, Jennifer and their child would want for nothing. He’d see to that.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    “You’re going to have to talk to him, Jen. You can’t put it off,” Linda said through the door.
    Jennifer was vomiting down the toilet the following morning and feeling like crap. “I’m not going to see him.”
    She refused to let her friend enter the bathroom. The room stank of sick and depression. She was depressed. Since yesterday she’d struggled to get Patrick out of her head. He was all she thought about. No man deserved that much attention. Not even the father of her baby. The doctors had called and informed her that the blood tests were positive. She’d demanded they get the results as fast as they could. Money was good for a lot of things, and getting the best care was high on the list.
    “He’s not going to back down, Jen. You may as well come to terms that Patrick Thompson is going to be part of your life.”
    Growling at the door, Jennifer heaved down the toilet and then flushed it away. She crawled to the sink and pulled herself up. Her face was pale, and sweat dotted her brow.
    “You can’t go through this alone,” Linda said.
    With a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth, she opened the door and looked at her friend. “I thought you were going to help me?”
    “I was. I am. I’ll always be here for you, Jen. You know that, but Patrick wants to be part of this baby’s life, and I think you should let him. I saw the way he looked yesterday. He was sad but determined to be with you.”
    Jennifer pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth. “He wants to be around for the baby’s sake. I can’t be with someone