chapter 3
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Delilah’s P.O.V
I didn’t know how long exactly I’d been sitting on that floor. It might have just been seconds, minutes, or even hours on end. All that I could think of was the slip I was staring at. It was the result of a pregnancy test I’d gone for, about a month ago.
I’d only gotten the result about a week ago. I had been planning on breaking the news to Hunter in the best way I possibly could. Maybe an elaborate surprise or something along the lines of that.
That had all come crashing down. There was no way I could do that now. I could go down and break the news to all of them, yell it out that I was pregnant. That didn’t matter now though. It didn’t mean anything. Hunter had made his choice very clearly, and it wasn’t me.
My hands subconsciously went to my tummy. I had to protect this child no matter what. I would not let the child get entangled in whatever drama that surrounded my life. I would give my baby a healthy environment to flourish. It sure as hell wasn’t here with Hunter though. Not with his annoying b***h of a sister. Not with his mistress and bastard. Certainly not here.
I could hear the sound of muffled noise coming from downstairs. I got up to my feet and slowly walked towards the door. The door flung open and I stood face to face with my dad. He had an angry expression on his face. His look softened up when he saw me.
“My poor baby.” He said, his eyes full of sadness even though he was smiling.
I didn’t waste any more time and immediately dove in for a hug. I didn’t bother holding it back anymore and began crying into his chest.
“It’s okay baby. Let it all out.” He patted my back softly.
I continued to cry into his arms, letting out all the pain and hurt that had been burdening me. We remained like that for some time with him simply holding me and letting me calm down at my own pace.
I eventually pulled away, letting out a breath as I tried to calm down. He was still staring at me, a look of worry in his eyes now.
“Are you calm now?” He asked.
I nodded my head, unable to talk just yet. My throat felt sore from all the crying. I looked around at the room. This had been me and Hunter’s bedroom these past years. We’d spent some intimate moments here. I’d been foolish to think any of it meant something.
“Are all your things packed?” My dad asked, looking around the room.
“Yes.” I admitted, pointing at my suitcases.
He nodded his head and began moving the boxes. He helped me move all my things downstairs, instructing me not to do anything. I remained silent and let him to do his thing.
Hunter was still staring at me but I made a point not to look in his direction anymore. The only thing I felt towards him now was disgust. He had been so ready to throw away everything we’d worked so hard to build. Fine. I wouldn’t care anymore.
“Alright. I think that’s about it.” Dad dusted his hand, ready to leave.
“Wait first.” I said to him and slowly made my way to Hunter.
My heart was pounding so loud against my chest that I felt it would give out but none of that mattered to me. I knew what I had to do and how I would go about doing it.
I stopped before him, staring into his eyes one last time. Maybe if things weren’t the way they were now, I would be staring into those eyes lovingly and with affection. It was a shame things had to be this way.
I took of the wedding ring on my finger and slapped it down on the table. My gaze went back to him, my heart filled with conviction.
“I wish you nothing but the worst.” I said to him before turning away.
My eyes watered with tears and I didn’t bother fighting any of them back. I let them all out, acknowledging the immeasurable pain I was feeling. We hopped into the car and began making our way to a familiar place I used to call home.
I still remembered the pathways, the houses we would passes, which corners we would take. Everything that would eventually lead home. I still remembered everything. It was too bad I didn’t feel like reminiscing about anything.
I let out another shaky breath, wiping furiously at my eyes. The car was quite save for the low humming of the music. Even though my dad’s gaze was fixed on the road, I could tell when he would quickly glance at me to make sure I was okay.
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay sweetheart. You’ll be fine.” He said, his voice full of enough assurance that I didn’t have to worry about anything.
I didn’t say anything just yet, leaning my head against the window as I watched everything go by in a blur. My eyes felt sore from all the crying and I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. Maybe I would just wake up and realize that it had all been a dream. Yes, this was some sick dream and I would wake up anytime soon. Except it wasn’t. It wasn’t a dream. It was my new reality that I would have to accept.
I rested my hand on my tummy, thinking about my child I would have to raise alone. Could I really do it? Would I be able to raise this child all on my own? The thought scared me the more I thought about it.
Hunter had always mentioned that he wanted a son. He’d gotten one from his mistress. I doubt he’d care much if I had one to. Well, not like it mattered. All I needed to worry about was my son. Nothing else.
“It’s okay.” I patted my stomach softly. “Mama will protect you always.”
My father was watching me but I didn’t pay him anything. All that mattered to me was my baby. Nothing else.
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