The Hitman, his Baby & it's mother( ON HOLD)

Chapter-3

On that magical spring morning, when I drove to Doctor Paul Fischer's clinic, I imagined the path spreading out before me, a wormhole into the future. The melodious singing of the morning birds and the warming gleam of the sunlight that filtered through the trees canopy seemed to guide me throughout the long winding street, adding to my fantasy.

The warring emotions within me settled into a reassuring calmness annihilating even the minute traces of doubt that remained.

I still remember every single detail about that beautiful day.

Even before I fully entered Paul's room, with a meaningful grin, he asked," Have you finally made the decision, child?"

" I don't know why, but after weeks of your counseling sessions and my indecisiveness, everything about this day, this moment feels right," I answered, openly from my heart.

And when he cheerfully said, " Sample 113 is a perfect match for you, child, let's do this," I couldn't stop the giggle, seeing the said sample vial lying on his work area.

After the procedure, with overwhelming emotions, I told him, "I never wanted anything more than this baby, Paul." He took my hands in his, patted them gently, and reassuringly said, " You both will be fine, child." However, even then, I couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't mean the baby when he said both.

How I missed Paul.

But now, sitting in the living room of my baby's annoying father, I couldn't imagine Paul knowingly matching this man's sperm with me.

" You wouldn't even let me call you with your first name, but you want to give parental advice, Mr. Hunt?" I asked with gritted teeth. I initially thought this man was broodingly handsome when he opened the door, but now I know "looks can be deceiving."

He looked bedraggled, but it suited him. The scruff on his face, the white linen shirt folded over his forearms, and the distressed blue jeans enhanced his casual good looks. And the wavy brown hair matched his bluish-green eyes. He also had this aloofness about him.

I don't know if other's will call him handsome per se, but I liked his look. What good does it do to me? The answer is nothing because though he had style, his manners seem to have taken a rain check indefinitely.

He smirked condescendingly and said, " We are not an acquaintance, Maddie, to let you call me with my first name. Also, I still didn't sign the forms, and I have the right to give advice, considering it's my child."

" Then call me Miss.Maddie from now on, Mr. Hunt," I bit back with a sheer self-control, despite wanting to slap him across his smug face.

Without even taking in what I said, with a glower he rumbled, " I could sue you and the clinic for all the distress I have been subjected to. I could even take the baby from you if I want, Maddie."

I looked at him flabbergasted because only a minute back, he had agreed to sign the papers. The sudden change in his approach confused me.

"Mr. Hunt, I don't know what's your problem with me, but I would like it if you expressed it openly."

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his long legs that somehow didn't fit his own couch, looked me in the eyes, and said, " I donated my sperms with the idea that my child would have a family. I didn't want to play an active role, or for a matter of fact, any part in its life. But you don't have a ring on your finger, and I can't stop but doubt if this was your biological clock ticking thing."

That was all it took to lose my temper, which I reigned in since he opened his arrogant mouth.

"I don't understand how my single status affects you, Mr. Hunt? You could have forgotten about your donation and carried on as before. But suddenly, you are demanding to sue me for the baby because I am single?"

I don't know why he wanted to lean closer to my face every time he talked contrary to what he thought it didn't frighten me a bit.

" Maddie, I wanted any child of mine to be raised in a family with a mother and father. You can't blame me for questioning your intention. You could have met someone, married him, and had a baby, but why choose a shortcut?"

It is one thing to be calm and understanding, but it's another to let him bully me. I also didn't miss the twitch of his lips when he called me by my name again. Martha advised me to be patient, but it's impossible when faced with a shameless hypocrite like the one sitting before me.

" It's funny that you mention about the shortcut, Mr. Hunt. At least, I am doing my part carrying the baby, puking my guts out for the past three months, preparing for the baby's arrival. But you just made a mechanical donation and now want to be a responsible father. What logic is that?"

How long someone's legs could be because if he moved any closer than that, he would definitely fall off the couch.

" I was forced to do that when I was in a bad state of mind by your dear, Paul."

I can only scoff at that.

" I hope you know how ridiculous that sounds, Mr. Hunt. Paul could have mentioned the idea, but he couldn't have made you do the thing unless you wanted it. "

He looked poised to reply but suddenly, a thought struck me.

" When did you do the thing, Mr. Hunt, exactly how long before?"

A corner of his lips lifted in a mocking twitch when he asked, " What thing, Maddie? Be specific, Will you?"

That arrogant, irritating bastard. Arghh!!!

" You know, the thing...... the..... donation, Mr. Hunt."

He sighed and said, " One doesn't forget such a fateful day, does he. It was four months and two days back exactly."

I knew it!

" I went through the procedure four months and a day back, so that means Paul knowingly did this. Though I hardly see the reason for it, I trust his judgment. He is not someone who did things on a whim. So let us be reasonable like adults."

The mockery in his face morphed into pure anger, and for the first time, it frightened me.

" I don't see any good judgment in any of this. If anything, your mighty Paul wrecked my life. And from the looks of it, he screwed my child's as well. From the start, I noticed you couldn't even mention the word sperm and kept getting flustered even at the mention of the process involved in getting pregnant. Is that why you are doing this, Maddie. Don't tell me on top of all this madness you are a virgin?"

One moment I was sitting in the chair, but the next, the cloak in my hand landed on the jerk's face. We both stood, but this time, I was the one who moved closer.

It didn't even bother me to crane my head all the way up to face him because of how close I was to him.

" You know what, Mr.Hun.... screw it. You know what, Oscar, do your worst."

I was so consumed by rage even the bright sunny room bore a blackish-red tint. Lastly, before I opened the door, I turned and said, " Don't even try to guess what this baby means to me."

And I sincerely hoped that was the last I saw, Oscar hunt.