The Boss Baby Daddy (A Secret Baby Romance)

by Claire Adams

  My opponent was about my size. Even though I could usually nail these fights, he had this crazy look in his eyes. It was a look that said he’d been through some serious shit in his life, shit that made him view the world as a dark, violent place. He probably only joined MMA so he could legally hurt people. Fighters like him were unpredictable, and that is what made them so formidable.

  I felt intimidated. It was hard for me to feel any other way. No matter how hard I tried to push those negative feelings away, they just kept returning stronger than ever.

  “You have got to stay focused, Justin,” Artie said.

  “I know, I know,” I said. I hoped my fake confidence was believable. I couldn’t let him sense my fear. He would know I wasn’t focused and his lectures would only serve to further my fear. I was already distracted enough.

  I knew Anna said she wouldn’t be able to make it, but I glanced around the crowd anyway, just hoping she would surprise me with her presence. I couldn’t help the disappointment I felt when I couldn’t find her face in the crowd.

  “You got this, Justin,” Artie assured me. I knew he was trying to make me feel better. He was trying to give me the confidence boost I desperately needed, but his words didn’t help. I didn’t feel confident or ready. In fact, I didn’t feel like I had any chance of winning.

  I stepped into the middle of the ring. Sweat was already forming on my forehead. It could have been from the lights, but I was sure it was from fear. The sight of my perspiration only made my opponent get an even crazier look in his eyes. He eyed me like a piece of meat ready for slaughter.

  We touched gloves, and the first bell rang. I eyed him closely but knew he was doing the same thing. I threw a right hook. It was weak, and I completely missed the guy. To make up for it, I threw a left hook and then aimed for his ribs. I missed both shots.

  Just as I was beginning to realize what was going on, the guy hit me in the ribs. The hit was so hard that I failed to regain my footing before he could hit me again. The guy jumped on me and took me to the ground.

  The bell rang, letting us know the round was over. My opponent released me. We got off the floor and got ready for the next round. I was thankful that the round ended when it did. Things could have taken a turn for the worst had it gone on any longer.

  I went over to my corner and grabbed my water bottle to get a quick drink. Before the bottle was to my lips, Artie started in on me.

  “If you don’t pull your head out of your ass, you’re going to lose this thing,” he yelled at me.

  “I know,” I said, trying to stay calm. I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. I knew it was his job as my coach, but it wasn’t encouraging. In the first round, I almost lost the fight. My body was shaking, and my mind was on edge. Artie’s words only made me feel tenser.

  “I don’t think you do. You know what will happen if you lose, right?”

  I wanted to say something sarcastic to him, but I figured it was not the time or the place for that.

  The bell dinged, and I stood up. My eyes snapped to my opponent’s face. We both moved to the center of the cage automatically.

  The guy went for a straight jab that, luckily, I was fast enough to dodge. Barely. I was almost too slow.

  I nodded my head at him and took a deep breath. Artie was right. I needed to calm the fuck down before I lost. I wouldn’t be able to handle another loss. I felt my muscles relax as I took a few deeper breaths. Filling my lungs with oxygen made me feel stronger. I crouched into my fighting stance and cleared my mind.

  I went for an uppercut, moving as fast as I could and to my surprise, I connected. The guy looked a little dazed, but only for a second. Then the crazy look in his eyes returned with an intensity that I hadn’t seen before.

  He went to hit me in the ribs, but I blocked it and quickly got another hard punch on his left cheek. The guy stumbled, and I felt good. He went for a quick hit to my jaw, but I ducked and hit him in the ribs three times. He looked even more stunned this time. The crazed look in his eyes was starting to fade some as his confidence began to wean.

  I knew I could use that to my advantage. I went for a left hook. He stumbled once more, and I knew I almost had him. I just needed one more hit. One more clean, hard hit. That’s what I did. I shot a quick, straight jab that was so fast and so hard that he didn’t see it coming.

  POW. I hit him, and he fell right to the ground, knocked out cold in the second round.

  I almost couldn’t believe it. I’d knocked the guy out. The ref called the fight a knockout, and I threw a fist in the air, a sense of triumph working its way through my veins.

  I had almost lost it, but I got a lucky break at the last minute. I knew I could have easily lost the fight in the first round. I could have been done, my life over, but I succeeded. With the next fight, I was going to have to remain focused from the very beginning. I couldn’t step into the ring distracted ever again.

  The crowd went wild, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about everything. My moment of triumphant glee quickly faded. I didn’t feel like being overly excited was the right thing. I’d almost lost. I hadn’t been able to keep my focus, and I almost lost the fight. I almost lost everything. It was hard to stay pumped up with excitement when I knew how close I’d come to losing.

  That thought made me nervous for the next fight. I had to stay calm and in control. I headed into the room with Artie and was mentally preparing myself for a lecture from him.

  “Do you realize how lucky you just got out there?” Artie asked, practically screaming. His face was red with anger.

  “I know,” I said, looking down at the ground.

  “You need to keep your focus. Don’t let your nerves get the best of you,” he said.

  I wished I could spend a few minutes alone, just for a moment of recuperation, before being scolded. I knew that Artie was just doing his job. I needed to be thankful for his help and support. Artie’s wisdom had gotten me this far, and without him, I knew I would never make it through my bet with Markie.

  “Whatever it is that is making you nervous, you need to let it go before it destroys you,” Artie said. “If you keep focused on all the negative B.S., all you are going to do is cause more issues for yourself.”

  “I know,” I said without emotion. I didn’t know what else to say to him.

  He was making me feel even worse than I already did. It was a very tough fight, one I almost lost, and now I was being lectured for it. I knew he was only doing it because he cared, but it was still hard to listen to.

  He left the room, and I changed into my street clothes. I just wanted to be home with Margie. I packed up my things and headed out to my car. I was only thirty minutes away from home, but it felt like hours before I even reached my street.

  When I got there, Margie was still awake.

  “What are you still doing up?” I asked her. I wasn’t mad, just surprised.

  “I couldn’t sleep,” she said.

  “I’m sorry, Justin. I tried to get her to bed, but she said she couldn’t sleep until she knew you got home okay,” Tiffany said.

  “It’s alright,” I said to Tiffany and pulled out my wallet to pay her. My mom had been invited out for a girls’ night with a few of her book club friends and had not been available to watch Margie. “Thank you for watching her.”

  “You’re welcome. And thank you, but you keep the money,” she said.

  “No, I don’t think that would be right,” I argued.

  “I’m serious; you keep the money. I had fun, and I don’t mind watching her just to watch her,” Tiffany said.

  I thanked her and then looked at Margie. “I think it’s time for bed. Can you tell Tiffany goodbye?”

  “Bye, Tiffany. Thank you for playing Uno with me,” Margie said.

  Tiffany crouched down and gave Margie a hug. “No problem. I had fun. Your daddy is home now so make sure you go to bed for him, okay?”

  Margie nodded her head.

  “Goodnight, Justin,” she said. S
he had that same look in her eye. I didn’t know what was really going through her head, but I hoped she didn’t think I wanted anything more from her. I was already very interested in someone else.

  “Goodnight, Tiffany,” I said, and when she left, I locked the door behind her.

  I picked up Margie. “Let’s go get in bed.”

  I carried her to her room, laid her on her bed, and tucked her in.

  “Did you win?” she asked, her voice full of hope.

  “Yeah, I did,” I said.

  “How come you don’t seem very happy then?”

  I didn’t want to explain it to her. The whole situation was far too complicated for someone so young to understand. Instead, I pulled the covers further up, smoothing them out under her chin.

  “I am happy,” I promised. “I’m just tired. Why are you still awake?”

  “I was nervous,” she shrugged.

  “Why were you nervous?” she had never been this nervous before.

  “Because you were nervous all day,” she said matter-of-factly.

  I felt my stomach sink uncomfortably. Her words made me feel horrible. I never thought about the way I had been acting and how it might have affected her. She spent the whole night nervous and unable to sleep because of me.

  “I’m okay, sweetheart. I promise you everything is going to be okay,” I said but quickly corrected myself. “I mean, everything is okay. Right now, everything is okay. And it always will be. You don’t need to worry about me. I promise.”

  As I spoke, I couldn’t tell whether I was trying to convince her or myself.

  “Okay, Daddy,” she said and gave me a hug. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, pumpkin. Now get some sleep.” I kissed the top of her head and left her to her dreams.

  I went into my room, changed my clothes, and laid down on my bed. I felt awful. Not only had I almost lost the fight, but I also made my daughter nervous because of my own behavior and feelings.

  I told myself I needed to be more aware of how I was acting. She picked up on so much; she could tell how I was feeling at any given moment. How I felt was how she felt. I needed to make sure I was more aware of that. I didn’t want my daughter to grow up feeling nervous about a thousand things just because I was. She was the child, and I the adult. My worries shouldn’t have to be hers.

  I thought about Anna and how she could keep me calm and focused without even trying. She was great that way. Not for the first time, I wished she was there that night. At the fight. In bed with me.

  I missed her terribly as sleep finally captured me.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Anna

  I didn’t know what to expect Monday night. As I finished getting ready, I wondered how my parents would react. I just hoped they would believe that Justin and I were a real couple. I was glad we had sex because that would at least take care of the chemistry part. They wouldn’t be able to deny our connection.

  I placed my curling iron down on the bathroom counter and looked at myself in the mirror. I needed to make sure to look good. I figured this was more for Justin than for my parents. I applied a little more lip gloss and a touch of extra mascara. As soon as I finished, the doorbell rang. They were just on time.

  I asked Justin and Margie to get to my house early. I wanted a little time with them before my parents and Ally arrived. I needed to calm my nerves, and I felt that being around them before we had to put on our show might help make things seem more believable.

  I opened the door, and after a quick greeting, I invited them inside.

  I noticed Justin looked awfully rough. I wasn’t sure why, since he won his fight on Friday. He told me about it when he called the night before. I hadn’t been expecting him to look so defeated. So upset.

  “Are you okay?” I asked. I touched his arm to comfort him. I didn’t know what was wrong, but my stomach twisted with undeniable worry.

  “Yeah, sort of,” he said.

  “You can talk to me,” I said.

  He looked at me for a moment, almost as if he had bad news and was trying to figure out how to break it to me. His eyes searched mine, and they were darker than I’d ever seen them. He had a cloud hanging over his head, and I didn’t understand why.

  “I almost lost my fight. It was really bad, Anna.”

  I wrapped my arms around him, and he returned the gesture. It felt nice. It felt right. Something told me he really needed it.

  “You won, Justin. That’s a good thing, right?”

  “Yeah, but my head wasn’t in the game. That’s the bad part. I didn’t know how to keep myself focused. And if I can’t get focused, I’m going to lose my next fight for sure,” he said.

  “Whatever caused you to almost lose, just let it go. Because otherwise, you might bring even more into the cage with you next time,” I told him firmly. “You know you can do this. Focus on that and let go of everything else.”

  He smiled at me. “You’re right, Anna. Thank you for talking to me.”

  I smiled at him, and we stepped apart. Then I turned to Margie. I grinned down at her, more than happy to see her again.

  “Do you guys want to help me in the kitchen?” she nodded her head enthusiastically, and we all headed into the kitchen to start preparing the meal. We diced, washed, and cooked the food together. It was fun. I enjoyed the time I got to spend with Justin and Margie. Regardless of what we were doing, I was happy to just be in their company.

  We didn’t have much time together that night. My parents and Ally arrived after only fifteen minutes. They were ten minutes early, which I guessed was better than being ten minutes late, but it cut into my alone time with Justin and Margie.

  After I heard my dad’s famous knock, the three of us walked toward the door together.

  “Are you ready?” I whispered to Justin.

  “Yes, I am.” I could tell he was being genuine. I found it so sweet that he was willing to do this for me.

  I took a deep breath and opened the front door.

  “Anna, baby,” my mom said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

  “Hi, mama.” I returned the gesture and then moved over to my dad who gave me a big hug.

  “Hi, sweetie,” he said. “We’ve missed you.”

  “Hi, dad. I’ve missed you guys, too.” When we pulled apart, I motioned for them to come in. “Come meet Justin and his daughter, Margie.” I pointed to each of them as I said their names.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” my dad said and held out his hand for Justin to shake.

  “It’s nice to meet you, too, sir,” Justin said.

  “Please, call me Tom,” my dad responded.

  “Okay, Tom,” he smiled before turning to my mom. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I see where Anna gets her beauty from.”

  I blushed and hoped no one caught it, but I noticed my dad gave me a funny look.

  “I like you, already,” my mom said with a laugh. “And you can call me Millie. ‘Ma’am’ makes me feel so old.”

  “Millie it is then,” he said with a nod.

  “Hello, Ally. It’s good to see you, again,” Justin said to Ally, and I was happy that he greeted her. It made me feel good about the situation.

  “Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?” my mom said to Margie. She took to hiding behind me, and I thought it was so sweet.

  “Thank you,” I heard her whisper.

  “Hey, Margie, I’m Tom,” my dad said to her. He didn’t attempt to touch her, and I noticed her shoulders relax a little.

  “Hi,” she said, speaking a little louder this time.

  Everyone moved around the living room and found a place to sit down.

  “How was the drive?” I asked my parents.

  “Oh, you know how it goes with your mother,” my dad said. “Always complaining about my driving.”

  “If you drove better, then I wouldn’t have to,” she shot back to him.

  “If I didn’t have a backseat driver, then I could drive better,” my dad sa
id.

  Everyone except for Margie laughed.

  Ally and I knew what he was talking about. Our mom had a lot of anxiety when it came to riding in cars. She would freak out about every little thing. It made for some interesting (and tense) family road trips.

  There was an awkward silence. I was expecting a few of these. Mostly because I figured my parents would ask something uncomfortable or even grill Justin and me about our relationship. They were bound to want details that neither of us could provide. I hoped it would not come down to that.

  I wondered if I should pull Justin to the side so we could discuss details to tell them in case questions came up, but I ultimately decided it was a little too late for that.

  “So, Justin, what do you do?” my dad asked, and I could tell he was testing Justin. He was scrutinizing him, and it made me wonder if it had to do with the look he gave me earlier. He was analyzing the situation, which was something he was very good at, and I hoped he wouldn’t catch on to our little game.

  “I’m an MMA fighter currently, and a retired Marine.”

  My dad seemed to perk up when he mentioned he was a retired marine.

  “How long were you in the service?” he asked.

  “Four years active duty and four years inactive,” he said.

  “Did you have to go to war?” my dad asked.

  “I did a tour in Iraq, but it was brief, and there wasn’t much going on. I was going to re-enlist, but when my wife passed away, I had to figure out a different means of income so I could raise Margie on my own.”

  “Wow, I’m so sorry for your loss,” my mom said and then looked at me.

  “Well, thank you for your service,” my dad said and stood up to shake Justin’s hand again. “You like sports?”

  “I love sports,” Justin said.

  They started talking, and my mom turned to me.

  “I like him,” she said, making sure to lower her voice. “He sure is handsome. How long have you guys been together? And why were you hiding him from me?”