Remembering His Name: Book 2

Chapter 40

Kassandra'a POV

"Since we're having a little girl. I like the name Ruby or Aurora."

Denim turns around just as he pours himself another drink. Sitting back on the couch, I rub my, now, 9-month belly. "So what do you think? Do you like them?"

He shakes his head. "You want to give her a hooker's name?"

I scoff. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I should be having a son, not another daughter. I don't need any more emotional females in my life." He tells me. "So pick a different name like Sam. It's simple and easy."

Rolling my eyes, I ignored Denim's sexist comment about our child. "How's Brandy?"

"If you asking about the baby...we lost it." He says looking away. He stands in front of the window taking in the view.

"Oh, what happened?"

Forcing myself to get up, I stand beside him. I place my hand on his arm only for him to pull away. "...you know Brandy. Clumsy. Fell down the stairs."

He's lying.

My eyes widened. "Is she okay?"

He turns to me. "She was happy. Now she's not."

"Maybe I could go talk to her-"

He looks me up and down. "She hates you and she hates me even more right now."

Of course. "What did you do now?"

He shrugs. "It's none of your business."

"But we're family now."

"No...you just got yourself pregnant to spite me."

I frown. "You don't mean that."

"Kassandra. You're bat shit crazy. Always have been and always will be."

"Oh Stop It Denim! You've Always Been Such An Ass To Me. Maybe You Should Be Nicer To Mother Of Your Child!" I exclaim. Tears filled my eyes.

Denim slams the glass down on the drink tray. "This Is Exactly What I Mean! Females Are Emotional."

"No wonder you're having another daughter. You've treated women like complete shit your entire life."

He doesn't say anything. Just continues to look out the window. Thinking. I've never seen him so peaceful. Even in his sleep, he's the world's biggest asshole.

"Denim?"

He snaps. "What do you want Kassandra?"

"You miss her."

He turns around. Denim raises an eyebrow.

"Brandy. You miss her."

"Of course I miss her. I love her spoiled ass."

I tilted my head. "Then go home and tell her that. Maybe buy her something nice on your way home too."

He opens his mouth as if he's about to speak. Instead, he just shakes his head crossing his arms. "Kassandra if you don't shut up right now...I swear to god I will-"

"-will what? Push me around. Hit me. Yell at me." I exclaim. "That's probably why Brandy hates you."

"Yeah? And I'll never be able to forgive myself. All the pain I caused her." Denim starts to pour another glass of whiskey. "Damn...I do love her. I want to give her everything, but-"

"But what?"

Denim picks up his keys and heads towards the elevator. Pressing the button, he glances over his shoulder. "Nothing. None of your damn business."