The Father Of My Baby Is A Rich Bitch

Chapter 32

Amanda's POV

Coldness, numbness, heartbreak and betrayal was all I felt as I slipped on my medium length black dress over my body. The boys have been crying all day and refused to eat or sleep. I felt broken beyond repair as I went to the burial of one of the most important persons in my life.

Funerals aren't my cup of tea. They are an event where friends and families gather to say their last goodbyes to the deceased person. I didn't like saying goodbye. When you use that word, it doesn't give you clarity on whether or not you're going to ever see or hear that person again.

Everyone is mostly silent, with the exception of those who were crying, and the drunkards who are always present for the liquor.

I was on of those persons who cried. I cried for everyone around me, I wept for the fact that my children lost such an important person. I grieved for the fact that I'll never be able to share another special moment with them, and that the last memory that I had was one that I wish could be forgotten. But it can't be erased, and I'm going to have to live with that for the rest of my life.

I watched Sasha through glassy eyes as she came to the end of her speech.

I left the funeral as soon as they began covering her casket with dirt.

I got into the black vehicle with three body guards; the one that Connor assigned to me when I had that accident on the staircase, and one for each of the babies. It was at times like these that I didn't argue about having three muscular men trailing behind me wherever I go.

I was one of those persons chosen to do an obituary, but I couldn't bring myself to go up infront of so many persons without breaking down.

As the car drove onto the highway, and nothing but trees in sight for miles ahead, my mind trailed off to the words that Sasha spoke during the funeral. My heart ached and my eyes filled with tears as my mind reminisced on the closing sentences.

"Thank you for your generosity in our time of grief. Although the last memory of Tanya wasn't the very best, we still love and miss her and is deeply saddened by her early departure from the world. May her soul rest in piece."

Tanya might have tried to kill me and my children, and almost succeeded in taking away my world from me, but at the end of the day, she was still my best friend for fifteen years, and I love her in spite of what she has done.

It hurts me deeply with how things ended between us, and I wished that she had just spoken to me about it. She wouldn't be in the process of being covered in dirt right now, and Connor would not be at the hospital  recovering from a gun shot wound that almost took his life. If it wasn't for the fact that I a doctor, then my sons would have been left without a father.

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The car pulled up the my place of work. I started working two months ago, but I never got called in really often.

As I stepped into the building, I see all of my friends and co-workers glancing my way, with pity planted on their faces.

No one said a word to me, and I'm glad, because I would have had a whole meltdown right there and then.

I took the elevator and made my way to room 304. Outside was filled with loads of gifts and flowers as well as cards and get well soon balloons.

This was the first time I'm seeing him after the accident, because I couldn't bring myself to face him.

With a heavy heart, I sighed before pushing the door open.

His eyes lit up when he saw us, and he immediately smiled. "My three favourite persons in the world,"

A sob broke from my mouth, and I rushed over to hug him. He winced, but welcomed me with his arms wide opened.

"I'm so sorry," I cried, over and over again.

"Shhh," he soothed me. "Baby, it's not your fault that I'm here like this. It's mine,"

"But-" I tried to protest, and he hushed me.

"I was the one who had too many night flings, and then throw them out the next day without  caring what happened to them. Unfortunately, Tanya was one of those girls, and she didn't take it lightly. It was never in my intentions to ruin your friendship, or to be the one responsible for causing you so much pain, and I'm sorry that things turned out the way they did, and if I take away all your hurt, I would in a heartbeat," He drew me in for a hug, and I just laid there, crying in his chest until a nurse came in to check up on him and to give him his daily medicine.

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Three years later....

Laying in bed with sore feet, a back pain and the need to have French Toast with soup is not my ideal afternoon, but I have to suck it up either ways.

I heard giggles coming from the left of the bedroom. I wanted to pee so badly and my bones were aching but I was resisting the urge of opening my eyes to see what the monsters were up to this time.

Not being able to hold my urine any longer, I sighed before trying my best to slide off of my bed with a 38 week old stomach in front of me. I successfully landed on my feet, after which I heard a series of giggles and then a loud crash.

I didn't even have to turn around to know exactly what happened.

5..4...3...2...1...

"What was that?!" Connor threw thw door open, revealing to two boys playing with a stack of books that they turned over.

Things like this happens everyday, yet Connor is always surprised when they do.

He made his way over to a still giggling Liam and Austin while I hurriedly waddle to the bathroom.

"You guys are going to be the death of me. You two, and your mother," he whispered to the boys.

"Hey, what'd I do?" I pouted as I made my way out into the bedroom.

"Oh, nothing honey," he stated.

I smiled. "I thought so,"

"Mommy, I want to see grandma," Liam spoke, while he made his way over to.

"Lee, no!" Austin retaliated. "Icecream first, then grammy."

"No, Austin. I want grandma."

"But I want ice-"

"Okay, okay," I cut them off.

"Why don't we get dressed, go to the ice cream truck in the park, and then we can go tk grandma's?" I asked.

They both glanced at each other before turning to me. "Okay."

We got ready, and drove to the park where the boys bought their icecreams.

Connor and I were walking, casually having a conversation before I paused, turned to him and said,

"The baby's coming,"