Unexpected

Chapter 4

WEEKS: 33-38

I was staring at my bedroom ceiling. He scared me. He was... pushy, big, bulky, stubborn... and sexy as hell. Not only that, I was also intellectually attracted to him, and that was the worst - especially being pregnant with his baby! God, how did I end up in this mess?! I still couldn't believe it. My very careful workout, meal plan, meditation, and all that load of crap haven't helped at all.

I followed my best friend's advice and took two weeks off work. I could use the rest and the time to myself. Usually, on my holidays I would travel somewhere nice, go to a spa, lovely restaurants, and fancy shopping. Well, Eva decided I needed some shopping, but all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and cry.

My phone pinged with a text. Shit. Mr. Too Big & Sexy.

'Mornin sunshine! Say Hi to the little 1 for me. Btw, wanna grab some lunch? I have 1h free from tats. Pick u up?'

'Morning. Cant. Made plans with Eva.'

'Oh ok. Can I pop by later tonight?'

I winced. Shit... Maybe I should tell him I was going to the Ob/Gyn today? He was the dad after all... I rubbed my eyes, moaning - this was a bad idea, but I really didn't want to get on the bad side of Mr. Hot & Scary - I really had to control my hormones...

'What time are u off? I have an appointment today with the Ob/Gyn. Its the 1st one. Thought u would like to come'

'What time u wanna meet at ur place?'

'Just meet me at the doctor's office. Eva will drive me'

'R u sure? I really don't mind picking u up. Actually Id love that, mess with ur little dress before we meet the good ol' doctor'

I actually snorted in laughter at that. I had to give it to him, he was cheeky.

'Fine. But Im definitely wearing pants!'

He replied with a crying emoji and I put my phone away, chuckling. Right, long day today. I had to tell dad... He wasn't going to be happy. Actually, I had absolutely no idea what he was going to say and feel. He'd never mentioned wanting grandkids... He didn't look like the warming grandad that would play with you during the summer holidays, or the one to sneak you treats when your parents weren't looking. He was a stern businessman, too busy to pay attention to his own kids, I couldn't imagine he would pay attention to a grandchild.

With that sad thought, I slipped into my shower and decided to wash the hormones away - I scrubbed hard, but I was sure they would be there for at least eight more months.

I heard a banging on my door as I brushed my hair. Eva shrieked a big 'Good morning!', as she sashayed into my flat. She took her shades off and set a bag of goods from some vegan shop.

"Ok, I'm not turning vegan." I frowned, my hands up "I'm just bringing a baby into this fucked up world. I still want my steak."

"Relax." Eva rolled her eyes, "This is just a few organic items I read that are good for you."

"Thanks, mom!" I winked, "Have you brought breakfast?"

"Here you go!" She smiled, handing me some foul-smelling drink.

"What the hell is this?!" I gagged, setting the paper cup on my dark marble counter.

Eva rolled her eyes again. She unpacked the groceries and put them away on my white cabinets.

"It's black tea. It's better than your old cup'a Joe" She explained, handing me the cup, to which I scowled.

"I can have a small cup. I think" I frowned; I actually wasn't sure.