I'm Pregnant, it's yours..

Cinq

"Did you see my interview last night? It came out perfectly well, don't you think?" Philip was fixing his tie and cufflinks as he was looking in the mirror back at Michael, it was the night of the Oscars and he was going to be a presenter, so he wanted to look his best.

"To be perfectly honest sir, I'm not sure that that was the best course of action, but you know what you're doing." Michael responded defeated, he didn't agree with Philip at all, the poor girl would become a social media pariah, but it wasn't his place to say anything.

"I do Michael, I know exactly what I'm doing." Philip responded arrogantly.

Douche bag, Michael thought, as he rolled his eyes.

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"Honey you can't stay cooped up in here, you have to go outside, breathe in fresh air, you can't let Philip ruin your life. Come on, let's go get some ice cream."

"Rach, I don't want to go anywhere, I might run into him. Maybe I should move back home and get the hell out of LA."

"Home to where? Back to Ohio? Regan you're speaking nonsense, come on you and Peanut need to go outside, it's good for Peanut." She tugged on my arm gently until I budged, she knew saying Peanut would do the trick.

"Fine, let's go. But just a quick trip for ice cream, I don't want to run the risk of bumping into him."

"LA is big, you shouldn't worry. Now let's go." Rachel said excitedly, that girl loves herself some ice cream.

We left the house, got in Rachel's car and drove to our nearest ice cream parlor. Rachel was right, I did need fresh air, if only to get some ice cream. We got to the place, it's called Mickey's Ice Cream Shop, and after parking walked in. The first scent I picked up was warm pancake batter, for fresh waffle cones and bowls. Mickey's was very simple and chic, with a few choice paintings on the silver walls and a few all black tables scattered around. I looked at a menu near the cash register to see if any of their signature creations were appealing to me. I was so immersed in what I was looking at, that I didn't notice a group of young high school girls around the ages of 14-16, looking at and whispering about me, until one of them said something aloud.

"Philip doesn't want you," a tall blonde with gorgeous long hair and bright green eyes said to me.

"Excuse me?" I asked her back, shocked at her nerve.

"You're making up lies about him, obviously because you want him and or his money, but guess what? He doesn't want you, so go be a whore with whoever the father of your child is and leave Philip alone." She made a move to touch my stomach, and instinctively I reacted, I pushed her back as hard as I could until she fell on her ass. All I saw was red, this dumb teenager was not going anywhere near Peanut.  

"Hey! What the hell?" Rachel finally noticed the commotion and ran over to me, rubbing my shoulders protectively.

"That hurt, you bitch!"Tall, blonde and gorgeous responded angrily, getting up and dusting herself off.

Tall, blonde and gorgeous' friends were getting angry too, but luckily didn't try anything.

"Come on honey, let's just get out of here."

"Yeah, leave, if you were hoping to run into Philip again, it's not gonna happen, you should just leave him alone, we all know you only want his money." Said the blonde again, now with her friends flanking her, and nodding their heads in agreement.

"And we know, that you should grow a pair of boobs first and then see if Philip would want you too." Rachel responded angrily.

The tall blonde's cheeks flamed crimson and her friends started to snicker, immaturity at it's best.

Rachel rolled her eyes and tugged my arm once more and got us the hell out of there. Big fat tears were lining my eyes, just itching to escape and roll down my face.

"I'm so sorry Regan, I should've just let you stay inside like you wanted to." Rachel responded sadly, while we were in the parking lot walking back to her car.

I turned and hugged Rachel fiercely, the tears escaping, it wasn't her fault, but I needed to get home, I couldn't go through this again tonight.

"Excuse me, miss?" I felt Rachel's back stiffen and we both turned at the sound of a man's voice.

"Not again." I whispered softly. But regardless, I put on a brave face and answered the unwelcome stranger.

"Yes?" I asked, bracing myself for the hurt that was sure to come my way.

"Hi I'm Malcolm Granger." We couldn't see his face that well because it was nighttime, but his eyes jumped out at me, it was a little unnerving. He extended his hand to Rachel and I, she ignored him, eying him eerily, so I shook his hand firmly, this man had the hands of a man. Strong, firm and soft at the same time.

"What can we do for you?" Rach asked him, just waiting to pounce on him if he made the wrong move, I snapped out of whatever was running through my mind.

"I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma when we were inside Mickey's,
I'd like to offer you my help."

"Eh what? What kind of help?" I asked curiously.

"I'd like to take your case." He said again.

"Her case? What do you mean?" Rachel asked him.

"I'm a lawyer, I'd like to represent you. You are the one that Philip Rylancourt was talking about right?"

"Well yes, but a lawyer, what do I need a lawyer for?" I asked him confused.

"So you can sue him for child support."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I DO NOT want anything from that man. No money, no fame, absolutely nothing." I said to him angrily.

Malcolm raised his hands in defense, "Woah, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, but if what you're claiming is true and Philip is the father of your unborn child then you and the baby should be entitled to some benefits." He said again.

"Did you not hear her? She said she doesn't want anything from that asshole. So why don't you just back off and leave her be." Rach said again.

 I could feel more tears watering my eyes, gosh I was an emotional wreck tonight.

Malcolm raised his hands again, "Okay, okay, but if you change your mind at all, please, please call me. I will represent you." He took out a small business card and gave it to me, it had multiple numbers where he could be reached. Then just as quickly, he turned and walked away from us.

Rachel began walking with me close behind her until we reached her charcoal Honda Civic, we both got in and then she drove us away, both of us deep in thought.