Wanting Her Back

Lucy's POV " Congratulations Miss Lucy Wallace, you're two months pregnant." The Doctor said with a smile on his face. My breath hitched as the news sank in. pregnant? How? I quickly tore open the envelope, hoping the doctor was playing tricks with me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read the test results, I was indeed 2 months pregnant- how did I let this happen? ~•~ Some months earlier ~•~ I moved my hips to the sound of the music blaring from the DJ's speaker, encouraging me to plunge myself deeper into the events of the night. A strong hand circled my waist, making me freeze on the spot. What was I thinking? Wasn't this the reason I came here? To get male attention to move on from the forbidden feelings I was growing. The hand held my waist tighter as I started moving, his body followed my movement, and we soon fell into the same rhythm as music. "You're not a bad dancer, you know." The stranger whispered into my ears as he dragged my earlobe into his mouth. My body tickled. The voice sounded familiar! I turned around and there he was. Eric Morgan. My best friend's father and the object of my desire, the one I was here running away from. He held my hands and pulled me to a part of the club with less noise. "Why are you here?" He asked, peering into my face. "Is Emily here?" He added, looking around. "To have fun, Duh and no, she's not. You're asking like it's an offense to be here. Is there a particular reason why you are also here?" I asked, quite irritated by his interrogation. "It's a club darling, is there a reason why I shouldn't be here?" He said, shifting the strand of hair on my face with his finger. "No... I'm..not sure." It was like the singular act, shut every word that could come out of my lips. He held my hands and dragged me to the dance floor again, as he held my body closer to his. "Maybe you could channel whatever you have to say into having fun tonight. This is my favorite song. Can I have this dance?" It was like a command, soon I was grinding into him as he held me close, singing the lyrics into my ears. What was I even scared of in the first place? This was better than I thought. Two more songs from the DJ and his hand was already finding its way into my skirt, my hands curled around his neck as I looked into his face. Soon his lips were on mine. We staggered blindly into one of the available rooms in the club, still kissing as his hands rummaged through the hold of my body. We only broke the kiss when he lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my erect n*****s. "I want you badly Lucy, all of you. I want to fit all of you inside me. You're perfect. Small and just the perfect size for me," he whispered into my ears before taking my left breast into his mouth. The feeling sent shocking waves to my brain, and soon I was pulling him deeper, encouraging him to swallow all of my left breast, his other finger encircled my right breast as he continuously teased it. "f**k! Yeah, that feels so good, I want more." I whispered in an inaudible tone, barely hearing my own words. "You like it?" He asked, biting my n****e and watching me as my eyes closed in ecstasy. "You want me, don't you? Say the word, and I'll take you on a sweet ride. You want that, don't you?" He asked as his two fingers found its way to my entrance, teasing me into submission. "Yes please, I want all of that. Take me already please" I heard a small voice say, it would take me a few minutes to realize that it was actually me, begging for him to worship all of my body with his fingers, his tongue and his instrument of pleasure. "I love the sound of that, your wish is my command." It was all it took for us to fall into an intimate dance, with our bodies swaying like waves. ~•~ Present day ~•~ Walking out of the hospital was one of the hardest decisions I had made that day. It reminded me of the scary reality. "Do you want to die? Don't put me into trouble woman!" A driver shouted. That was when it occurred to me that I had wandered in front of a moving car. Wasn't death the best option for someone in my predicament? I had tried to put the event of that night behind me; it was better to deal with the shame and regret by pretending like it never happened, but I had the result of that night now as a constant reminder. I really wished it was someone else, but then looking back, I was very sure he was the one, there had not been another after him. "Good sister, there's nothing God cannot do, you have to trust him. Give him your problems, bare your heart to him and take your tears to him." The woman in front of me said, pushing her pamphlet into my palms as she wiped my face with the tissue she was holding. I didn't even notice I was crying. "Come to our Church, my pastor will talk to you, there's no problem bigger than him." She patted my shoulder and gave me bottle of water; I kept walking as the tears kept trickling down my face. I needed to talk to him, I need to tell him that our deed would soon be out in the open, he needs to know. My life was already messed up. How do I explain the fact that I'm carrying a child for my best friend's father? ~•~ "You're pregnant? Is this some form of joke or what?" He said, laughing. My stomach turned, threatening to spill its contents. "Lucy, whatever we had was some months ago, you're not a child. You can't just walk up to someone and throw a pregnancy at them, well, except you're joking." We were at a restaurant where I had called him to meet up. He had come in thirty minutes late and at this point, I just needed this one over and done with. "I'm not, here is the pregnancy result" I said, dropping the piece of paper on the table. "you're the only man I've known since then, that I'm very sure of." The tears had now gathered round my eyes and threatening to spill out. "Don't give me that c**k-and-bull story, what do you want? Money? Because the last time I checked you've been avoiding me since it happened, do you think I'm a child? I am Eric Morgan, The Eric Morgan, if that hasn't hit home already." He said, wagging his fingers in my face angrily. By now, we were already getting attention from the other customers who eyed him suspiciously. "I know what I did that night was shameful, and I regret it every day. I really wish I can go back there and change things, but it's impossible now. We already have an unborn child as evidence of what happened. Do you want to leave the responsibility to me alone?" I said, holding my stomach like that would somehow convince him that there was indeed a child. "This is our child, and I'll honestly want your cooperation in this." I pleaded. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I honestly don't want to be a party to it, flush that thing out of there, if there's actually anything in there. Get yourself new clothes too" he said, dropping a wand of cash on my table. "Mr. Morgan, please listen to me—" "There's absolutely nothing to listen to you about this, do the needful." He said, walking away, and like he had forgotten something, he turned back "in whatever you do, make sure my daughter doesn't find out about this." He said before walking away, leaving me alone on the table I had reserved for us. His daughter? My best friend? How come I never thought of her in all of these? What would she say? I was stuck. I needed to do something fast. I quickly stood up and followed him outside. "Mr. Morgan, please I'm not lying, I wouldn't joke about a thing like this, you're indeed the father of my child." I said, kneeling down to hold his legs. "Lucy, don't create a scene here and ruin my reputation, get the f**k away from me." He said, hitting my shoulder with his legs, causing me to sprawl on the floor. "Please, I'm begging you, don't leave me out here. I barely know what to do. This child deserves a present father. Don't ruin my life." I said, rubbing my hands together. If I wasn't able to convince him enough with the test result, maybe my tears would. By now people were already looking at us, wondering why a young woman would be on her knees begging a much older man, not just any other man but Eric Morgan. "Lucy, get yourself together, take the money, remove that thing you have in there, you still have a life ahead of you, you can't just ruin it because you want to be a mother and my baby mama or trying to trap me with another man's child, this is the last time I'll be having this talk with you?" He said with disgust written all over his face. "Please don't let me kill our child, he/she deserves to live. I'm indeed pregnant for you." I said calmly. "Pregnant for who? Dad? Lucy? What's happening here?"