His Baby

Chapter 3: Lets Talk

Everyone has told me that taking care of a baby when you're so in your teens will be one of the hardest things you will ever do in your life.

Last night I had a dream. It was unlike any other dream I'd ever had before. It was about the night I had sex with my daughter's father. I saw partial images of him; he had dark brown hair with a fringe, and his eyes were this beautiful green color.

"Maya, we have an idea to figure out who her dad is!"

"How?" I put my books to the side and make room for them to sit on my bed.

"The yearbook! We brought it with us!"

"Shh. Emma is taking her nap, and it took forever to get her to sleep." I look over at her as she sleeps in her bassinet. "She was fussy a few minutes ago."

"How do we know if he's even from our class? He could be some random stranger she met." They turn pages to find our class. This will help if we can find a green-eyed, brown-haired boy. The chances are not small, but they are not big either. There were over seventy people in our class this year, unlike four years ago when only about forty of us were.

As they keep looking for our class, I check on Emma. "She looks so peaceful sleeping, and I wonder what she's dreaming about right now."

"I bet her dad is hot." Tara blurts out. I just roll my eyes and give them a disappointing look. "B-because she's so adorable."

I have to learn much about taking care of a baby; feeding, changing her, putting her down for a nap, cleaning up, entertaining her, and more I haven't encountered yet.

"We found a few guys that might be him. Sit down, Maya." Oh great. What guys have they found?

"There's Jason Cameron."

"No way." I burst out laughing. "He's dating Paul, and he is definitely gay. He wouldn't sleep with me even if he was drunk." They shrug and keep looking for a match to the details I remember about the guy I slept with that night. There is no way they will find him, and it's impossible to.

"We found him! Maya, we found the guy." I widen my eyes and put a finger to my lips, indicating them to be quiet. "Oops. Sorry. Maya, this has to be the guy. Nathan." Tara hands me the book as Sara points her finger at the guy they think is him.

"Nathan Sykes." My eyes widen as I see his picture; it's him. I can't believe they found him in the yearbook, and I hope it's really him. I'm tired of looking and thinking about who her father could be.

He was in our class but left because he was auditioning for something. "Look him up, Tara."

"He's not gonna be some-" Once I look at the screen, I see him with four guys on the television talk show Ellen. "...famous singer in a British boy band."

"Yeah. He won't be in a famous boy band." Sarah scoffs, looking down at Emma.

"No. Sarah...look."

"You slept with a future pop star! Oh my god! Emma is gonna have the best father ever!" Tara squeals and squeezes my arm.

They have no idea how frustrating this is going to be for me. I will have to contact him somehow, and I know that will be a pain in the ass.

Call after call after call, I finally reach someone that knows his mother, so I reach her a couple hours later. Her tone changes from happy to somewhat irritated when I explain why I'm calling and who I am.

"Well, is there any way I could talk to him in person? It's crucial that he knows, Ms. Sykes."

"I know. I'll try to get him. I'll call you as soon as I can. I know right now that he and the boys will be at Wembley stadium tomorrow night, and I'll tell their bodyguard you're coming."

"Wait. Could you have him meet me at the football field tomorrow before the band has to go to soundcheck?" I ask with hope in my voice.

"Yeah. Two in the afternoon, and I'll have him meet you there." She hangs up the phone. Well, I guess I'll see him tomorrow.

The next afternoon I drop off Emma at Tara and Sarah's house. Their parents said they would watch her for a couple hours while I talk to Nathan and explain this situation to him as I did with his mother.

This is beyond nerve-wracking. He's famous, and I slept with him before he became famous. What is the first thing I'm supposed to say to him? 'Hey, you might not remember me, but we slept together in high school, and you're most likely a dad because I got pregnant and had your baby girl.'

He used to sit high up in the bleachers and watch football games every weekend during the football season. Everyone knew he would sit in the same spot every time, and no one ever thought twice about it.

"Maya Swanson?" That familiar voice gets closer to me. My eyes drift upward to meet his beautiful green eyes. His fringe is still there. His smile is the same as I remember it that night. His clothing style is the only thing that's changed about him besides his popularity; I mean, he's in a fucking boy band!

"Y-yeah." I stand up and swallow the lump in my throat. He seems really intimidating.

"My mum said you wanted to talk to me here. At this point exact time."

"Uh yeah. I wanted this to be private because I don't want to make this a big deal." He sits next to me, giving me a confused look.

Oh shit. That didn't sound good at all. Maybe he'll think I'm going to kill him or something. I wish I could go back and do it over and not make it sound as creepy.