Smooches and Serenity

19

I let out a frustrated sigh as my calls went direct to voice mail.

It had been a week since Maverick came to see me, a week full of drama and chaos, and a week full of binge watching Netflix with a bucket of ice cream and napkins by my side.

I had taken the pregnancy test and yeah, it was indeed positive. I wasn't angry about that but what made me fume was that Maverick never gave me a chance to explain myself.

I had called in sick, and hadn't gone to work for a week. Lennox and the others had completed the project and he had made sure to send a video of the whole house. Not being there to witness the beautiful achievement we had done, added to my list of sad things.

I spent the week crying, eating, showering- and recurring.

Currently, I was seated in my room, re-watching Ratatouille. Whenever I felt low, animations always brightened my moods.

Mopping and wallowing in boredom made me feel tired. I was sick of staying at home while my boyfriend ignored my calls. He didn't have an ounce of sympathy to show a pregnant lady.

Tired of staying at my house all day, I decided to go to his place and confront him. The child was mine and his. It was ours.

There was no way I was going to get all emotional alone!

I wore my denim jumpsuit, and a pair of Jordans. My hair was plaited into two french plaits, and I decided to leave my face bare of make-up.

I wasn't in the right state of mind, so I decided to take an Uber.

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A wave of nausea hit me, as I stood outside Maverick's mansion wondering if I had made the right choice.

Should I ring the bell or just get the hell out of that place?

I stood there, my heart racing in anticipation.

A lot of 'what ifs' ran in my intellect. What if he wasn't at home? What if he already forgot about me?

Deciding that I needed closure, I rang the bell. If he didn't want the child, I didn't need him anyways.

I had a stable career and was more than capable to raise my child.

Men were just disappointments!

An angry Maverick opened the gate and I sucked in a breathe as I looked at his familiar features.

Apart from his bloodshot eyes, he still looked beautiful. The 5 o'clock shadow suited him well, and his hair stuck up in different directions.

"What are you doing here?" He snapped.

Okay, calm your tits. Jeez!

"Maverick, I'm here to explain myself. It would have been better if you picked up my calls." I said, trying to hold my shit together.

I felt annoyed, angry and frustrated by his unwanted behaviour. I don't know if it were my hormones or I just naturally felt like beating the hell out of him.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Ricky -"

"Don't call me that."

Agh! The man was definitely impossible. I felt as if I were a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode any minute from now. He was really getting on my nerves.

I inwardly did some breathing in and out, counting from one to ten.

"The man I was with...is my cousin. His name is Jax. He's my best friend and the only relative that's closer to me from my dad's side."