The Mafia king's reunion with his family.

Alice stared in shock at the pregnancy test tube she had in her hands. She had been staring at it like that for the last five minutes, maybe hoping the two lines would somehow change to one and calm her racing heart. 'But how?’ she muttered in a daze, her eyes still not leaving the two lines displayed on the tube. If there was a mistake, it would have been apparent in her second test, but this third one still read the same. Positive! She was pregnant? How?When? Where?... Her mind raced as she tried to gather her thoughts. She finally released the tube from her death grip and slowly sat on her toilet seat. She couldn't bring herself to move. There was a growing baby in her womb? And she hadn't known all this while? Dumbfoundedly, she raked her hands through her auburn hair and rested her head on her knee. Her long hair cascaded around her and made a veil as if to shield her from the hard truth, but the glaring evidence lying on the bathroom counter was enough to snap back to reality. She was pregnant! For who? Her head jerked up from her knee in one swift movement, at that thought. For who? She immediately went to her period cycle calendar that she hung up at the corner of the bathroom and scanned through her cycle info from the beginning of the year. Yes, all her period had come monthly right until this current sixth month it didn't come. She looked through her calendar again and for a second longer, her eye lingered on a circled date in January that she had, scribbled a barely visible ‘Done’ underneath. The idea was that even if her father saw it, which he might have seen since they shared the same restroom;he would have no clue whatsoever as to what it meant. It was her little treasured secret which might stop being a secret if, truly, those test tubes are correct. Alice took deep breaths while staring at her reflection in the mirror, she had rinsed her face with water and now, they trickled down her face, onto her lips, down her chin and finally settled on the soft cotton material of her favorite ‘Camp Rock!’’ shirt, leaving wet marks. She was pregnant. Unconsciously, her right hand went to her belly and she felt for a bump. Truly, just underneath her navel, was a slight bump she hadn't noticed till now. Her father always told her that nobody knew her mother had been pregnant with her till she was well into her second trimester. But Alice knew she wasn't her mother and she knew she had had a cryptic pregnancy. It had been a trending topic online in the last few months, and she had read all about it at that time and even scoffed at some of the comments of people who said they had experienced it. She didn't think it was possible not to know when one was pregnant. Look who the joke is on now, she scoffed, dryly. She had kept watching her period, monthly, after that night and nothing would have made her think there was a little baby growing inside of her. That night, It was him, that stranger. The one she had met in the LaFlare. Such a stupid, stupid, dumb decision’ she smacked her forehead as she had always done for the last six months, whenever she remembered that night. She had always prided herself on the high level of her moral compass. In fact, everyone in their little town had a son somewhere they wanted her to accept as a suitor. A little smile came at the thought. She barely had friends growing up, apart from Magda’s boys, who were more her brothers. There was no best friend in school who smiled at her in the lockers and shared spicy gossip during lunch break. There was equally no jock boyfriend who would convince her to skip class to hang out. She didn't win the popularity contest in high school, but she wasn't bullied either. Hell, she might have even had one or two guys who looked at her twice, before going their way. She wasn't as beautiful as Sabrina, the two-time award winner of the Queen's crown, in high school, their Queen bee. She couldn't socialise like Annalise, the busy bee of their high school. Annalise always knew how to speak to people to turn up for a school event or join a group. Hell, she could even tell them to wear underpants to school and the whole school would turn up that way. That was how many people listened to Annalise and there was always a loud cheer whenever she got on stage, mic in hand. She wasn't Annalise, and she wasn't Sabrina with her throng of minions. She was Alice who had foolishly decided to let loose some weeks after graduating from college and also get some air after the day's work at The Bakery, She had foolishly landed at LaFlare, one of the most talked about clubs in their town. She was on her second glass of a strong long island when he had slipped into the seat next to her. The first thing she had noticed was his smell. If a human could smell delicious, it was that man. She had foolishly turned to check out who had that delicious smell, only to find herself lost in the deep blues of this stranger's eyes. Goosebumps raked over her arms like they always do whenever she thought about him. He had sprawled, so relaxed, beside her. And he was so close his head was almost resting on her shoulder. She could perceive a faint smell of what he had been drinking, maybe scotch, or was it whiskey? She didn't really know the name of the alcoholic drinks these people have, having grown up under the tutelage of her father who never drank, so she couldn't tell which it was, only how it made her feel between her legs. ‘Can I buy you another glass, beautiful?’ the stranger had said, so lowly into her ears. This action could be justified under the pretext that the music in the club was loud, But his head remaining and breathing into the nape of her neck was on another pretext she couldn't quite justify. ‘No, thank you’ she had managed to whisper while trying, with no effect, to stop the goosebumps raking her arms coupled with the quickening of her heartbeat. ‘You sure?’ he had lifted his blue eyes to her Hazel's and held them there. Alice couldn't move, she couldn't think. This handsome, broad-shouldered stranger was showing an awful amount of attention to her that she had never gotten except from her father ,and she was enjoying it a little. Okay, maybe a little too much. ‘I’m Drey’ he interrupted her inner rants ‘I’m Alice' she answered shortly. He sat up straighter and peered intently into her face. The club's lights had gotten dimmer at this point and very few people were dancing, most were having conversations with their faces barely inches apart. ‘I have noticed you since you walked in, and although this is your second glass tonight’ he indicated the glass she was holding in her hand, ‘I want to be the first you hold as tightly as you have held to that glass’ She laughed warmly at his dumb attempt to try to use pickup lines on her. He even joined in a low chuckle of his own that reverberated off his broad chest that she didn't know she was partially leaning on all this time. She unclasped the glass she had been holding onto and made to keep it on the table, but Drey took it from her and placed it on the table by himself. ‘I could show you around the Club, you know, I know my way around here' ‘Because you've been here too frequently and always show your girls around every single time?’ she asked with a lazy smile playing on her lips. The club was barely decipherable at this point, it even got dimmer than it had been, if there was anything like that. The people that she had seen with their faces only inches apart, she couldn't make them out now. All she knew was that moment when Drey's lips were only inches away from hers and the only thought she had was him closing the distance and planting those lips on hers. ‘I don't need to show anyone around the suites, Alice. Hold on, you know I meant the suites, right?’ Alice's face turned a deep crimson red. She had never been more grateful for a dark room till that moment. She felt like smacking her own face, How could she not know he meant showing her to his room? They would be fools to deny the s****l tension brimming between them even if they had met barely one hour ago. Besides, she was here to have fun, right? Just for one night. What harm could that do? ‘Of course I know what you meant, Drey’ she whispered into his ears, till this day she could swear she felt that strongly built man shiver under her touch. ‘May we?’ Drey stood up, extending his hand out to her like an open invitation. She took it. She had taken that hand, and they ended up not only enjoying the beautiful view from his suite over a chilled bottle of champagne, They had both decided that a kiss could do no harm. But it did all the harm, eventually. Because that kiss didn't stop at a kiss, she had several placed all over her body and the ones in between her legs had taken her to the edge of a cliff where she had freely fallen into the most intense moment of her life. He had kissed her like he meant it. Like he had been waiting all his life for that moment with her. Like he hadn't kissed another like that before her. Alice slowly got off her daydream and picked up the test tube again with a deep sigh. This is my reality now and Drey's not here. She was a fool to think it wasn't going to end as a one-night stand. Did he even know he disvirgined her that night? Did he see the number she left him on the bedside table? She had waited days for his call. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and now it's the sixth month since the Drey encounter. He had left unscathed, she had left, pregnant. Life was so cruel!’ Alice thought forlornly as she picked up the side towel to dry her face the second time. She would have to tell her father. She didn't know how to tell her father. What would she tell her father? How would she tell her father? These thoughts kept racing through her mind as she packed up the tubes from the counter, thrashed them in the bin underneath the sink and made her way out of the bathroom.