The Proposal

29 - Confession

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We got upstairs to my room, Nicholas and Ruby, following me behind as if I was going to do something stupid if they left me alone.

Well, I wasn't.

I have already changed my mind. I wanted to keep the baby, and as much as I wasn't ready to be a mother, I wasn't ready to give it up either.

Also, I cared too much for Nicholas to take away the one thing that he dreamed of. Having a child. Yes, even though I was hurt by the things he said to me, I wasn't heartless. I knew so well that a child was what he wanted most, out of his free will and mind. Aborting the baby would be just cruel to me. I guess I didn't think that through before, but I did now.

Although, the fact that I might just be nothing but the woman carrying his child bothered me, more than I cared to admit.

"Ruby, I would love to have a word with your sister," Nicholas said.

"Oh sure, I'll just come by later," she said and excused herself, leaving him alone with me in my room.

"I really would just like to be alone," I said immediately before he could even attempt to speak. I was not interested in anything he had to say. It probably was more scolding.

I went on to drop my purse and phone on the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling exhausted already.

"We need to talk about this," he said, and I almost rolled my eyes.

It was funny hearing that from him when I was the one literally chasing him down for the past few weeks, trying to get him to talk to me. I didn't say anything, I just remained silent.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" He asked, taking a few steps forward.

"There was no point. You already said it was a mistake," I managed to answer. My heart squeezed, reminiscing the moment he said it to my face.

"This is different," he said, and I frowned.

"Is it? How so?" I asked, baffled at his statement.

"You are carrying my child," he said.

I sighed, "Yes, and I already know how this is going to go. I'll be your new surrogate, I'll give birth to the child, and you will want to take the child from me and pay me off..." I listed all the things I was afraid of which I predicted would happen.

"Is that what you think?" He asked, and I looked up and him confused. What else did he want me to think?

"Yes, I want the baby," he said, confirming my earlier thoughts. "But that's not all I want," he added.

I paused for a moment, wondering what more he could possibly want from me after the child.

Did he want my blood?

My life?

"I want you," he said, and everything in me froze.

What?

He took three more steps towards me until he was right in front of me.