Quarterback's Secret Baby (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)

by Ivy Jordan

  “What if he doesn’t? What if a family is all Cade has ever wanted, and what if he could have that with you?”

  I sigh because I know Ashley could be right. I could be messing up something really fantastic, and I’m letting fear get the best of me. I can’t let my own demons stand in the way of what is happening between Cade and I – and I really can’t let them stand in the way of Alan knowing his dad and giving Cade a chance to be that guy.

  “Just give me some time to sort this out in my head, Ashley, and then I will tell Cade. I will tell him all of it. I promise.”

  Chapter 31

  Cade

  It was my publicist that told me about the post on XYZ first, and then I called my lawyer to see what we could do to get the photo down. After that, I called Serena. The one thing I worried the most about was people figuring us out and her picture ending up on one of these sites. I hadn’t counted on Alan being exposed, too. When my calls went unanswered and then my texts, I couldn’t say I was surprised. I probably wouldn’t be all that happy with the person who was the reason my kid was being called a secret love child, either.

  The next day, still without a word from Serena, I skip my morning workout and drive straight to the university to see her. I make my way to her office and am caught off guard by a swarm of paparazzi as I reach her building. I pick my way through them as they snap pictures and yell questions out at me, ignoring them as I go. Security guards are stationed near the door and they let me pass, but keeps the vultures at bay.

  When I reach Serena’s office, I knock and the door swings open a minute later. I open my mouth to speak, but am shocked to see a young man before me.

  “Who are you? Where’s Serena?” I demand.

  He steps aside so I can come in the office. “You’re Cade Thomas,” he says reverently. “I can’t believe this. Amelia is never going to believe me.”

  I snap my fingers in his face – rude, I know, but in the moment, I’m frustrated and really just want to know where Serena is. “Let’s focus. Serena Jacobs...do you know where I can find her?”

  “Sorry, sorry. She’s not here.”

  “Not here? But she has class in an hour.”

  “I’m teaching that class for her today.”

  “And you are?”

  “Oh, I’m Gus, her TA.”

  “You’re Gus?” I ask, calming my tone.

  “Yes. She’s mentioned me?”

  “She said you’re one of the best students in the department. She went out with you and your boyfriend a couple weeks ago.”

  “To the wine bar, yeah.”

  “Have you talked to her?”

  “This morning. I called to let her know there were paparazzi hanging around out there, but she already knew. The dean called her. She’s taking the rest of the week off, hoping these guys find some other story to follow before then and forget about her.”

  “So, she’s at home?”

  “I assume so. Hey, I know this is definitely not the best time, but would you mind a picture? My sister is a huge Condors fan. Actually, she got me into football when we were younger, and she’ll never believe you were here today.”

  I want to be mad at him for asking at a time like this, but the kid smiles at me earnestly and I remember how much Serena likes him, so I oblige him.

  “Thanks,” Gus says. “There’s this little bakery a block or two away that I sometimes grab Dr. Jacobs a chocolate croissant from before class. She could probably use one or two of those right about now,” he offers. “Maybe a dozen.”

  My smile grows. “Thanks, Gus. I’ll check that out.”

  “Yeah, no problem. Also, you might want to take the side exit to the parking lot to avoid the cameras. Just take a left when you leave the office instead of a right. And you know, flowers never hurt when you want to say ‘I’m sorry the paparazzi is stalking you.’”

  I chuckle. “Good point and thank you so much. I’m sure I’ll see you around, Gus. Maybe I can get you and your sister tickets to a Condors game next season.”

  His jaw drops. “Seriously? Wow, that would be so amazing.”

  “Consider it done. See ya.” I wave as I retreat from the office and head left as Gus suggested.

  I make my way back across campus to my car and pull my phone out, dialing Serena. It goes to voicemail again, and I let out a noise of frustration. I just want to talk to her, make sure she is okay, but she is avoiding me at all costs. I have to make it up to her.

  Taking Gus’s advice, I find the little bakery and go in, grabbing an assortment of pastries before getting back into my car and trying Serena again. This time she answers.

  “Serena? How are you?” I ask.

  “I’m fine, Cade.” Her voice sounds weary like she’s about to cry.

  “Are you at home?” She doesn't answer. “Serena, please, I just want to see you, talk to you in person. Are there paparazzi at your house? They’re at the school.”

  “I know, Gus told me,” she replies.

  “I met Gus.”

  “You met Gus? When?”

  “About ten minutes ago when I went to your office looking for you. You were right by the way, he’s a nice kid. Now, are there paparazzi at your house?”

  “Yes,” she tells me quietly.

  “You’re not at home, are you?” I guess. “Are you at Ashley’s?”

  “I am.”

  “Can I come over?”

  “I don’t know...” She pauses.

  “Please, Serena. Let me apologize to you in person. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

  “It’s not your fault, Cade.”

  “I feel like it’s my fault. What’s the address, Serena?”

  There is another pause and silence for a long beat and I know she must hate me for all this attention being focused on her and Alan, but finally she tells me. “I’m on my way right now,” I tell her before getting off the phone. Almost immediately, it rings and I answer it without looking.

  “Serena, baby, it’s going to be okay. We’ll talk about it when I get there okay?”

  Josephine's shrill laugh fills my ears and I cringe. “Will it all be okay, Cade? Will it?” she says snidely.

  “What do you want?” I bark at her.

  “I was just calling as a friend to check on you. Isn’t that what friends do?”

  “We are not friends, Josephine.”

  “Of course, we are,” she says sweetly. “Only a friend would look out for you like I have.”

  “You planted that bullshit story?”

  She laughs. “I’m trying to save you, Cade.”

  “From what? The best thing to ever come into my life? Screw you, Jo.”

  “Now, Cade, is that any way to speak to me? You forget that I know people.”

  “And you forget that I know the same people, and they like me a whole hell of a lot more than they do you. We are over and we’ve been over for a while now. I won’t tell you this again. Next time, I will call up some of those producer friends I've made, and I will ensure that your name is blackballed in this city. Do you understand me?

  “If you think you’ll make my life miserable and I’ll come crawling back, you are sorely mistaken. I can make your life more miserable by tenfold if you ever mess with Serena again. Just fucking try me. This is over. It ends now.”

  “Fine, it's over,” she mutters. “But you really should follow up with her on that love child before you get burned, Cade. I’m only trying to look out for you.”

  “I don’t need you looking out for me.”

  “You’ll see how wrong you are one day, Cade.”

  “No, I’ll see I’ve been right all along. Do me a favor and lose my number. Goodbye, Josephine.”

  I hang up on her before she can get in another word, and I toss my phone aside. I change lanes to get on the highway and push the pedal down, speeding off to pour out my heart to a woman I probably don't deserve, but one I can’t imagine my life without.

  Chapter 32

  Serena<
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  When there is a knock at Ashley’s door forty-five minutes after my call with Cade, I jump. Since his call, my cell has rung six times, all calls from unknown numbers that I send directly to voicemail. Paparazzi were already camped out at my home when I got the call from the dean, as well as Gus, that they were on campus.

  I hurried out of my own home that morning carrying Alan with a blanket thrown over him as they shouted questions at me. On the drive to Ashley’s, I was convinced we were being followed and made erratic turns to get here.

  Now, I’m simply paranoid and high strung as I tiptoe to Ashley’s front door and peered out the peephole. I let out a small sigh of relief to find only Cade standing there, and I open the door for him. He rushes inside and pushes the door closed, locking it behind him.

  “Did they follow you?” I ask, looking out the peephole again.

  “No, but I also don’t want to take chances, which is why I parked two blocks away. Are you okay?” he asks, gathering me to him and squeezing me tightly.

  “They’re at my house, Cade,” I admit quietly.

  “Serena, I am so sorry. I knew once it got out about us that they’d be interested in you, but I never thought this would happen, that they would be such damn vultures. On the bright side, I met Gus. I can see why you like him. He’s a real nice guy.”

  “He called me this morning to let me know what was going on, but the dean had already called.”

  “He told me. Still, it was nice of him to be thinking of you like that.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where’s Ashley?”

  “At her studio. There’s a show this weekend, so she had last minute details to attend to. She didn’t want to go, but I told her we’d be fine here.”

  Cade glanced around and led me into Ashley’s living room. We sank onto her couch together, and I let him continue to hold me. “How is Alan?”

  “Thankfully, he doesn't understand any of this. He’s napping right now in Ashley’s room.”

  He nods. “I can't apologize enough, Serena. You didn’t sign up for this.”

  “It’s okay, Cade. It’s not your fault. I mean, it’s not like you called them up and said, ‘hey guys, here’s where I’ll be tonight.’”

  He sighs and leans forward, rubbing his face in his hands. “No, but I’m pretty sure Josephine tipped them off.”

  “Your ex-girlfriend Josephine? But how would she know where we were going?”

  “I think maybe she hired someone to follow me.”

  “Like a private detective?” I ask.

  “Yeah...”

  I feel the blood drain from my face and must turn white, because Cade’s eye grow wide and immediately hugs me to him, whispering soothingly. Josephine might not figure it all out, but a private investigator definitely would. Now, more than ever, I need to tell Cade the truth, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to see where anything good is going to come out of it. I am feeling backed into a corner at this point. I want to keep my secret and my happiness, but good things cannot last forever.

  I take a deep calming breath and pull back from him. “Why would Josephine do that?”

  Cade shrugs. “I guess no matter how many times I tell her that she and I are over and she needs to move on, she’s just not getting it. I know she can be high maintenance and high strung sometimes, but I never thought she’d get so unhinged over this. She has to accept that this is how things are now, and she has to understand that she cannot exploit Alan like that. To bring a child into it was uncalled for.”

  “It’s just one picture, maybe it will blow over?”

  “Maybe, but probably not. You have to know I never wanted Alan to be exposed to this, to be the subject of such gossip. I am truly sorry for that.”

  “I know, Cade,” I say, squeezing his hand in what I hope is a reassuring manner.

  “Maybe it’ll just blow over, and they’ll move on to the next story soon. They’re like sharks, circling for blood. Some bigger story is going to pop up, and they’ll be gone and they’ll leave us alone.”

  “I don’t know that they will ever just leave us alone, Cade.”

  “There is another option,” he says carefully.

  I look at him with interest. “What’s that?”

  “We could release a statement through my publicist, make this a non-story.”

  “What do you mean? How could we make this a non-story?”

  “Well, what about Alan’s dad?”

  I sit up and feel myself go into defensive mode. “What about him?” I say more harshly than I mean.

  Cade holds his hands up. “Whoa, pull back there, mama bear. I’m just asking, do you know where he is?”

  “Yes.” For once, I am not lying to him about Alan’s father.

  “Okay, well, he’s not involved; has he terminated his parental rights?”

  “No, he hasn’t.”

  “Do you think he would give a statement that he is Alan’s father and that you have full custody? He could even remain anonymous.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cade,” I tell him as I stand, beginning to pace Ashley’s small living room.

  “Why not?” he asks, standing and blocking my path.

  “It’s just not.”

  “Wait. Does he even know?” he questions me point blank.

  I don’t answer him.

  “Serena, if he doesn't know, don’t you think he should?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, staring at the floor, not able to meet his eye.

  “Alan’s three so you were pregnant a little more than that ago. You’ve told me there have only been a few men in your life so the options are limited. How long ago was it?”

  I turn away from him. “I found out March, three years ago,” I tell him softly.

  “After we met?”

  “Yes.”

  I can hear the gears working with my admission. “Serena,” Cade finally says, “how many men were you with after me?”

  I pull in a breath, hoping it will calm me. It doesn’t. “None,” I reply.

  “And when was the last guy before me?”

  “Months.”

  “Serena,” he says, touching my shoulder and spinning him to face me. I look up at him slowly, feeling the tears burn my eyes. “Is Alan mine?” he whispers.

  “Yes,” I murmur as the tears fall.

  Chapter 33

  Cade

  Yes.

  Three letters for such an impactful word.

  I step back from Serena and stare at her as a confusion of thoughts pass through my head. Why didn’t I put this together sooner? I knew there have been very few men in her life; she has been open about that. I have felt this connection to Alan I couldn’t explain since the moment I met him and now, looking towards a picture that dots Ashley’s mantle, I see the similarities. He has Serena’s dark hair, but my eyes stare back at me.

  “Alan is my son?” I repeat quietly.

  “He is,” Serena says. She reaches for my hand, but I pull away from her. “Cade, I’ve started to tell you so many times, but I just didn’t know how.”

  “You didn’t know how?” I yell, unable to keep the rage I feel in check. “How about at our second first date? How about before I met you at the mall to see Santa? How about after I bought a Christmas present so he could have known it was from his dad? You had every opportunity to tell me, but you didn’t. You lied to me, over and over.”

  “I didn’t lie,” she starts, but I talk over her.

  “You lied, Serena, by omitting the truth. An omission of facts is a lie, plain and simple. Were you ever going to tell me?”

  “I was and then this happened, and I didn’t know what to do.”

  “You open your mouth and say it. You could have just said it dozens of times.’

  “I was afraid of what you would say, how you would react?”

  “Was this what you imagined? Because I feel like this would have gone a whole hell of a lot better if you had told me and I hadn’t had to
figure it out for myself because the paparazzi outed it.”

  “Cade, you have to understand,” she pleads with me. “I was scared. At first, I needed to make sure you were the kind of person you claimed to be. Then, you made me so happy and things were so good. I know I should have told you before now, and I wanted to, please believe me when I say that. I just didn’t know what your motives were at first and by the time I knew they were good, I was in too deep and didn’t know how to tell you without you hating me.”

  “So, you just didn’t tell me? You thought that was a good idea?”

  “No, I just never felt like the time was right.”

  “Is there ever a right time to tell someone that you had their baby three years ago? You should have told me when we got back together, Serena.”

  “I know,” she says, hanging her head.

  I try to calm myself by taking a few deep breaths. “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out you were pregnant? Why didn’t you try to find me?”

  “I didn’t know right away,” she starts, “and when I did first suspect it, I didn’t know who you were. I still thought you were some bored businessman in the middle of a mid-life crisis. I didn’t think you’d care one bit about my being pregnant. And when I did learn who you were, and I saw your life splashed on every gossip site in town, I didn’t think I could compete or that you’d even be interested in being a parent.”

  “Compete?”

  “Cade, you are a superstar athlete and I’m a plain Jane scientist, not an A-list Hollywood starlet like Josephine or a supermodel like your in-between girls. I’m just me.”

  My tone changed. “I like just you.”

  “I never thought I’d see you again. And when I found out who you were, I didn’t want to find you and tell you and have you think that I was showing up simply to demand money. I wanted to remember our night for what it was, and I didn’t want to taint it by telling you and having it all blow up in my face. I thought we’d both move on, never to see each other again except in our dreams.”

  “Serena, I could have helped you.”