His Baby

Chapter 4: Meeting

(I do not own any rights to the picture. I just found this on Google.)

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

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

"We were in high school together. We went to a party one night, and we both were drunk. Still, I think I was more intoxicated than you because I didn't remember a single moment of that night for several months."

"What do you mean that night? What happened that night, Maya?" He looks up at me as he rests his arms on his legs. I can tell he's nervous even though he doesn't know what I'm about to say to him.

My nerves are about to make me have a breakdown right now in front of him. My hands begin to shake badly, and he notices, so he puts his hands on mine to calm me down. "Th-thanks."

"What is that you need to tell me? I'm guessing it's vital."

"We had sex that night. A-a few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant." The words just come up like vomit. I couldn't control it at all.

Moments of silence pass before he even looks back up at me. His eyes meet mine at the same time. I don't know what's going through his mind right now. He probably doesn't even believe me. Who would? He might think I'm some fan of his that comes up with this entire story.

"Did you have a boy or a-a girl?"

"A little girl. She's almost two months old now. I-I can show you a picture of her...if you want to see one." He nods a little, so I pull out my phone, nervously shaking, and go through some pictures till I find the one of her at the photo shoot I had with Tara and Sarah at their house. "Here. That's from a week ago."

He takes my phone and looks at the picture of her. A smile comes upon his face as he looks through some more pictures of her. He doesn't stop smiling even when he gives me the phone back. "She's adorable. She does have my eyes." His eyes meet mine once again as he sits up again. "Maya, I-"

"You're the only guy I've slept with my entire life. And I know you think she's not yours, bu-"

"I can tell she is mine. I know you aren't lying. I know she's mine. I don't want to take a paternity test to prove anything. I want to meet my daughter. What's her name?"

He believes me? He really believes that Emma is his daughter. There are plenty of reasons for him not to believe me, but I'm happy he's not making a huge deal. This is what I really wanted to happen, but I didn't expect this kind of reaction from him.

"Emma. My friends helped me pick out her name." Some of my hair gets in my face, so I tuck it and look into his eyes.

"That's really cute. I like it."

"Thanks."

Everything that I thought would happen didn't really happen. But it was what I hoped would actually happen.

"You want to meet her? I know she'd love to meet her dad." A giggle escapes my lips; I sounded like a schoolgirl, giggling like that. That was embarrassing for me.

"Yeah. How about tomorrow? I'm free for about six days. A little vacation finally after three months of touring around the country."

I nod and smile at him, but as I stand up, he pulls me back down and plants his lips on mine. My eyes widen in surprise because I want to pull away, but I also don't really want to. But my body won't let me move a muscle. It's like we're magnets like we're stuck to each other.

"Nathan, wh-why did you do that? You hardly know me at all. I just told you that you're my daughter's father, and kiss me? What exactly made you kiss me?"

"Certain feelings, I guess. I feel very attracted to you, and I felt like I should have kissed you, so I just went for it, hoping that you'd like it and kiss me back." He holds my fingers and looks into my eyes. "Don't you feel the same way? You've been thinking about me this whole time, haven't you?"

"Yes, but you haven't be-" He cuts me off by kissing me again, but slower and more passionately this time.

It takes everything inside of me not to slap him and storm away for kissing me, making a big scene in front of the paparazzi that followed him. It must get on his nerves that he hardly ever has any privacy.

"Please, Nathan. J-just d-don't kiss me a-again. Just go to your concert. I'll see you tomorrow whenever you're not trying to be a flirt." I pat the top of his head and laugh a little. He stands up along with me and follows me down the bleachers to my car.

"What are you doing, Sykes? Don't follow me. Just go to your arena or stadium or whatever it's called to wherever you're needed by now."

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He winks over at me and walks back to the van he came here in.