Baby Daddy

Chapter Eleven

In the morning I wake up to a series of barks. My mother's stern voice is muted by the damn dog and I find it hard to even process a single word she says.

My body aches and I grumble and turn my head in protest. I couldn't get an eye shut last night. I kept rolling all around the bed in distress, tangling myself in the sheets.

That amongst other things. There's a bitter taste in my mouth and the full bladder makes my whole sleeping situation harder.

Ah, f**k me.

Considering the amount of time I spent in the bathroom last night, with my ass planted on the toilet seat, you'd think I got it all out.

I try to suppress every other submerging thought as I think of the resignation letter I sent Fitzgerald in the middle of the night.

I wish I could unsent and rewrite.

"Kira!" Mom shouts. "There's someone here for you," she says.

What will it take for her to realise I'm still sleeping?

In my mind, I see her in the kitchen with a hand on her waist as annoyance fills her.

My body protests when I turnover again. I only need a few more minutes.

Without opening my eyes, I can feel the burning.

Suddenly I hear heavy feet make their way up the stairs, I freeze and control my breathing. She cannot know.

She'll make me go to work if she sees me awake.

Thankfully, it gets quiet and my heart steadies.

It's almost serene and for a moment I fall back into the comfort of my bed.

"There's a raging man looking at me."

What?

My eyes snap open and I'm greeted by an unfriendly face. "What?"

Within seconds I'm out of bed and standing beside Randall. He smells like amber wood and musk, it makes me take a step back and immediately I feel short next to him.

I look at him twice, just to make sure he's here; charcoal suit, coiffed hair and everything.

"Where?" I ask, frowning.

"Black hair, tanned skin." Randall says sternly. Then he adds, "Joggers."

He points across the street and squint my eyes, mistakenly putting my hand on his just to see. My heart skips a beat and I clear my throat as he walks away.

Logan.

I purse my lips seeing Logan across the road, staring up at my window with nothing but grey joggers on. He looks sweaty and lost, it brings back memories. I almost wave but hold myself back.

"So this is where you ran off to." Randall say amused while pacing about the room. "Home."

I instantly feel self conscious as he looks at the posters hung on the walls over five years ago. But at least I'm not naked, right?

Taking a deep breath, I cross my arms and focus on one feeling; anger.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

This is definitely not the time or place. I hope he doesn't say anything about yesterday. I'm not ready for that.

Not yet.

Randall leans on the work desk and shrugs, "I came to get you."

"You need to go." I don't recognise myself when my voice breaks. "You need to leave."

"Not without you." Randall gives me a strange look as he speaks and I'm certain he's going to bring it up.

Not without you.

I wait for him to say it. I wait for the words to hit me. The whole five weeks until D-day as well as what I said about the baby. I wait, panicking, but he doesn't.

"You need to go," I tell him. I pray I don't break right now and start crying. I can't.

Instead, he surprises me and takes off his blazer. My eyes are wide and I'm sure he's about to give me a strip show.

If my dad walks in. . .

"Your mother said I'm welcome for as long as I want to stay," he says, folding the sleeves of his white shirt. "I'm not going anywhere without you or that contract."

Of course. The stupid contract. That's why he's here.

I should've known better.

"I don't know about you but I'm starving." Randall flashes me a smile after laying his blazer on the chair and coyly walks back down stairs.

Son of a gun.

In a rush, I throw the sheets over my bed and pull on some sneakers before running down stairs in nothing but overwashed denim shorts and an oversized shirt.

"Kira!" My mom scolds when I get to the table.

Everything has already been placed. Four plates and coffee mugs with bowls beside them. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon and fruit cocktail decorate the table ready to be devoured.

My mouth waters at the display.

During breakfast Randall flatters my mother and father with finance and business talk. Unfortunately he's an atheist, so he gets off on the wrong note with my dad.

Dad blankly looks at Randall with slight dislike and I almost laugh but catch myself when I feel nauseous and bile surging up my throat.

Oh no.

Bitterness sticks to my tongue and I immediately press my hand over my mouth and run outside.

Randall is by my side before I can even blink. He has a tight grip on my bicep and waist as I bend over my mother's garden plot.

"Shit." I hear him mumble.

"Damnit Kira," she says. I can only imagine how she feels right now. But whatever it can't compare to the pain in my back and abdomen. "Are you okay, baby?"

I wonder what Randall must be thinking by now. I want to laugh and cry all once but tears start streaming down my face and hiccups follow.

"Get me a cup of water and ginger ale from the fridge." My mother rubs my back as soon as she gets to my side.

Behind me, I hear muttering. Must be my dad and Randall.

"Kira, pumpkin," my father finally says. "Are you okay, do you need anything?"

"I'm okay." I tell them, trying to get up. I feel a strain in my abdomen as I slowly stand up right but try my best to ignore it. "Don't worry about me, it's just morning sickness."

Just in time, Randall hands my mother the water and ginger ale as I sit on the outdoor chair.

"But you've barely eaten anything since you got here." My mother says mixing the liquids.

I feel my body shake and every atom in my body scream as I'm attacked. She noticed.

Randall crouches in front of me and takes my shaking hands in his.

"Kira. . ." He says smoothly. His hazel eyes bore into mine and I nervously look away, around at the green lawn and my mother's blooming flowers.

Finally I look at everyone, chuckling softly.

"Honestly, everyone, I'm okay." I tell them. My right eye twitches as I lie. "Now let's get to work."

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But I'm just a soul who's intentions are good. Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

Howdy fellas

I know, I know. Kira, WTF, say something, go get checked out. But, it's been like...two days, however that's not an excuse.

I feel like withholding this chapter regardless of how much sweat and sleep deprivation I put into it. . . But I'm not mean like that.

I was actually planning on updating earlier and taking a different route but after chapter 10, I went to sleep thinking what if...and then BOOM.

ANYWAY, I hope you somewhat liked the chapter and don't forget to comment and share and follow.

I would very much appreciate it.

Thank you.