He's Secret Twins

CHAPTER 6

With shaking hands, I opened the door, the banging coming to a stop as I turned the handle. He’s really angry, and I can tell, not only because of the way that he was banging at my door, but his cheeks were flustered and the way he was looking at me was dangerous, not like a murderous way, but a way that was promising a round of spanks and a whole weekend tied to a bed, just his favorite way of punishment. Gosh just thinking about it...

“You have a lot of explanation to do” his words cut my train of thoughts. Fortunately, I needed to focus. “And who is it crying?” my whole body got stiff. I open my mouth trying to divert his attention from Cassie’s cries, but I am interrupted.

“Mommy, Cassie is crying”. I turned around and crunched to Alex’s level, feeling his cold stare at my back. “Alex baby, why won’t you go and lay with your sister? Mommy will be there in a second.”

He nods his little head and walks to the bed next to his sister, her cries stopping almost instantly.

“I’m sorry, can we talk later?” I turned facing Axton, I really didn’t want to have this conversation with him right now and it wasn’t like I was going to, I needed him to leave so I could pack and vanish with my kids.

“The hell we can, you have a lot to explain, starting with who is the father of those little brats.” That really took me back. He and I never talked about kids or the future, everything was always so steamed and passionate.

I was so naïve back then, I was so thrilled that someone like him wanted to be with someone like me. I never really had any thoughts that we would part the way that we did. I should’ve known better.

“You really are a calculated woman, he can’t be older than two, you thought that you could rob me and my company and escape with your lover?” I couldn’t hold it, I slapped him, my hand instantly burning, he looked at me, flames in his eyes, but I didn’t let him talk.

“Have you ever wondered what has happened to me after you kicked me out of your life the way you did” I have really tried to maintain my positive determination through all these years for my kids more than nothing, but I couldn’t help but to have a rush of flashbacks of all the hardship that I had to endure because of him..

But the one thing that I don’t think that I was ever going to be able to forgive him for was for the conditions that I delivered my babies, it wasn’t in a hospital but on the floor of my small apartment, all alone and scared, I thought that we were going to die. Alex came out quickly, but Cassie took longer. I must have passed out on that floor at least four times trying to push her out before the police broke into my apartment. My neighbor from downstairs thought that someone was being murdered for the way that I was screaming.

“Have you ever felt the need to hear my side of the story?"

" Ever felt a small amount of regret for not letting me defend myself?” I didn’t notice but I was crying, my chest feeling heavy with all the emotions that I was holding.

“If you just came this way to insult me, Mr. Begliarin, I suggest you please leave.”

“I will not leave until we talk.”

“I will not talk with you while my kids are near” I emphasized every word; he wasn’t going to intimidate me.

“You don’t have any other option, if you want to keep your job, we will talk now” I stepped out of the door entrance to the hallway outside my apartment.

“What do you want to talk about that can’t wait” and he better leave my kids out of the topic because he already pushed that topic in the wrong way.

“Can you explain to me why you lied about your address?”

“That one is easy, you don’t need to know where I leave…

“You’re wrong, I do need to know where you’re at, if you are going to handle my finances I need to know every breath that you take” by the time that he finished the last sentence, I had to tilt my head up to be able to look him in the eyes since he cut the distance between us.

“So why are you insisting on me being your assistant if you don’t trust me?” there I said it. Why would he want me doing the job if he didn’t trust me?.

“Would you prefer to get fired?” of course not, I thought, but he didn’t let me say it out loud.

“Consider yourself lucky then.”

“Excuse me, delivery?”

I was arranging my groceries in the cabinets and the fridge while Axton was sitting on one of my chairs in the improvised living room. I had to put my groceries away and he was determined to have this conversation, so he invited himself in when the delivery guy entered my apartment with my groceries.

I felt self-conscious, everything that I had was either second handed or picked up from the sidewalk. Nothing matches and I’m pretty sure that one of those chairs was dancing on one leg.

“Where is their father?” I froze. What was I supposed to tell him? I couldn’t tell him they were his, he would either laugh at my face and call me a liar or take them away.

“He bailed on us”. It’s not like I was lying, technically he did bail on us. I remember him telling me how much he didn’t want to see my face again and his harsh words when I tried to contact him to tell him about the pregnancy.

Flash back

“It seems that you’re close to four months, although I have to run some tests” four months, I was four months pregnant. How was I supposed to do this? I couldn’t see myself terminating the pregnancy, and as someone that grew up in foster care, giving my kid for adoption was out of the question. Yes, this baby could be really lucky and get a loving family, but what if that never happens and runs my same luck and grows up jumping from house to house where you fight for survival every so often.

After I locked the door of my apartment, I allowed myself to cry. It had been two months since Axton accused me of stealing from his company, I was already pregnant when everything happened. How would he react if I told him that he was going to be a father? We never talked about the possibility of me getting pregnant, since we always used protection. Now thinking back, I should’ve asked him if he ever thought about having a family. I have come to terms with the fact that Axton and I will never be together again, but would he want to be part of this baby's life? Without even thinking about it, I dialed his phone number from my home line, and to my surprise he picked up at the second ring.

“Hello?” I know that this man has caused me so much pain, but I can help but to hold my breath at the sound of his voice.

“Hello?” Now he sounded annoyed, placing a hand on my stomach. I remember that this conversation was not about me but the baby that I am carrying. He might hate me right now but he deserved to know about this baby.

“Hi” I couldn’t help it, my voice cracked a little.

“You must be stupid or really crazy to call me after everything” his words hurt so much; a sob escaped out of my mouth.

“I know that you don’t want to know anything about me, but please, this is imp...”

“I don’t give a s**t about anything concerning you. Wasn’t closing all the major corporation doors for you enough? Do you want me to get you kicked out of the city as well? Don’t push me Anya I can do much worse.”

“Please, just a minute”. At this time, I was a full blow mess of tears and sobs. These past months have been so hard.

“Go to hell, and don’t you ever call me again”, hung off and I collapsed to the floor. It felt like I had my heart ripped out of my chest.

I try to collect myself; I can’t stay here, I don’t have anything in LA, I don’t even have a career anymore. I have sold everything that I ever owned, and I only had a small amount of savings. Standing from the floor, I decided it was time for me to move on. He wanted me to disappear and that is exactly what I was going to do.