Page 3 of Pregnancy Scandal
My answer was this… have a baby.
Yes.
Have a baby.
Just thinking about it gave me the sense of warmth. The kind you get when you made the right choice about something.
I wanted a baby because that would be an extension of me. An achievement. A child. My own child I could love and cherish, look after, and give everything.
And I didn’t need a man in my life to do that.Well… I just needed him for the baby making, and then he wouldn’t have to stick around.
I’d seen so many mothers do it. Raise their children by themselves, and they were fine. It would certainly be a quick route to happiness, and I wouldn’t have to go through all the shit of finding this elusive Mr. Right. Mr. Right Now could still be the man. All I needed was his sperm.
I entered the diner and was immediately enveloped by the aroma of delicious fattening food. There was Gilly sitting in the corner looking through the menu, and just to the right of him sat a group of women at a table checking him out. To his left were two waitresses checking him out, and over on the opposite corner were some guys who looked like football fans whispering and looking his way.
He always either had women checking him out or fans looking at him. Apart from being uber-gorgeous with his dark mane of spiky hair and a body built like a tank, my best friend was the quarterback for The Centaurs, the prestigious NFL team.
Two weeks ago, they made record when they won the Super Bowl. They beat The Gladiators, who’d won it for five years in a row.
Both teams were owned by my father. Some people believed that it was because of that why Gilly got accepted into the team, but when they saw him play, they knew nothing was further from the truth.
I skipped toward him, and he lifted his head, acknowledging me with his unusual-colored silver eyes.
I smiled when I saw he was wearing his lip ring today in the barely-there piercing at the corner of his lip. It made him look cool with that sexy edge. It was so much the better that the lip ring he was wearing was the one I got him for his last birthday. It was a little pewter-colored hoop with a ball in the center. When he wasn’t wearing his lip rings, the piercing blended in with his beard and no one knew any different.
“Gilly,” I beamed, smiling from ear to ear as I slid into the seat in front of him.
He smiled and looked at me. “Someone’s in a good mood.” He chuckled.
“The best,” I bubbled. “Are you okay?”
He sighed. “It’s just one of those days. Tell me why you’re in such a good mood on a Monday. You hate Mondays nearly as much as I do.”
“Today is perfect.” I nodded.
He quirked a thick brow. “What happened?”
I brought my hands together as nerves and excitement filled me. This was it. Time to tell him the best news of my life.
“I’m going to have a baby,” I squealed.
He gasped, eyes turning to saucers, and brought his hands up to his mouth. “What! God, you’re pregnant?” he asked a little too loud, and the people at
the nearby tables glanced over at us.
“No, I said I’m going to have a baby. I’m not pregnant yet. But I’m going to
be,” I explained and twirled my finger around the ends of my silver hair.
Gilly looked at me in shock. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and gave me a hissing sound.
“Abby, that kind of makes no sense to me. What do you mean you’re going to be pregnant? You aren’t even seeing anybody, unless you kept this guy a secret.”
“That’s just it. I’m going to just get pregnant. No serious dating, no fuss. None of that flim flam wimble, wimble. I just want the baby.”
Now his brows snapped together. “What are you saying to me? You think you can just grab some random guy and have a kid, and that’s it?”
“Yes, why can’t I just do that? Women get pregnant all the time and raise the kids by themselves. I’m going to do that. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
