Double Standards (Part 1)

Knockedup Again

Three months had passed since I ran off to California with Marcus in tow. No, I haven't heard from London but I figured the longer he takes to cool down and digest the news of being a father and Marcus's romantic attempts toward me the better.

Pretty much sure he knows where I'm at by now I expect him to show anytime, but I'll deal with that when the time comes. Right now I have bigger concerns.

A few weeks after settling in California I discovered I was pregnant. Seems I and London's one night romp got me again. I'm almost three months now and sporting a cute little belly bump. I recognized the signs immediately this go round. Waking one morning with my mouth watering, I raced to the bathroom emptying the contents of my stomach in the toilet.

At first I thought maybe I was coming down with the flu, but after the third morning I knew without a doubt I was carrying another Harper child. By lunch I was ready for a nap, certain smells turned my stomach and I turned my nose up at my favorite foods while devouring foods I detested. I made a doctor's appointment to confirm what I already knew. Yep, London Harper planted his seed in me yet again.

No one knew yet except for Marcus but he was living with me after all. I was happy for him though. Marcus often accompanied me to my office  where he met Cinda, my receptionist and engaged in a whirl wind relationship with her. Seems things were going good for them.

Best part of living in California was not only the sunshine, but my main headquarters was here. My office here was plush and comforting. Tottaly chiced out. Also this allowed me to bring Dem to work with me. A entire corner of my office was dedicated to toys, a small t.v., and a tiny couch where he could nap. It was to dangerous to place him in a daycare considering who his father was. However, I didn't deny him a normal childhood. Mrs. Margaret came every morning to my office during the week to teach him the basics a two year old needed. Then twice a week and Sunday evenings he had a playdate with the mothers group I had joined. We would meet at parks or educational facilities plus this gave him interactions with other toddlers. However Dem wasn't a normal two year old thanks to the men he had been raised around.

My guard was constantly up with fear of him hurting other children. The men had always rough housed with him which in return made Dem more aggressive. He could lay a whopper sized toddler punch at anytime, or a swift kick. Don't get me wrong, Dem was a loving, sweet baby but the men had made him tough due to his future status. That's only if I allow him to ever be involved with his so called family. As of late, I was really thinking  about hiding him away forever. Never let him see that side of his destiny.

This morning was going bad. It was Monday and raining. My tummy was on the skids and the rain soaked me as I balanced Dem on my  swollen waist while carrying my bag, his bag, and my vitamin water. I had a meeting first thing this morning so I didn't have time to adjust my appearance and Dem was demanding a potty break, then I realized I'd left my important papers at home. I was on the verge of tears by the time Margaret stepped in for Dem's daily lessons.

Scooting down the hall toward the conference room my heel broke causing me to twist my ankle. Strutting through the pain, I shamefully limped into the meeting. Needless to say, I blew it. I've never done that, but I was so overwhelmed lately and unprepared and drained. The fuck even went as far as calling me a incompetent airhead.

Walking into my office I breathed in a sigh of relief seeing that Margaret had put Dem down for a nap. I thanked her as she went on her way. Limping I fell in my chair and dropped my head in my desk. Within seconds I was snoring.

Hearing a ruckus outside my door, I lifted my groggy head up. My door swung open and my in waltzed the devil himself like he owned the place.

"I'm so sorry Miss Valor. I tryed to stop him". Cinda said fearfully. There's no telling  what threatening promises he spat at her.