"Tamara's father is...."
Lucy held the shirt as she walked into the changing room. She couldn't wait to get the grotesque sticky piece of cotton off of her body. It was a huge sense of relief peeling the tacky item off of her body, enjoying the sound of silence for a few brief moments.
Lucy brought the shirt Tim lent her to her arms to wear when the scent of the material lingered on her; connecting with a forgotten part of her.
The fragrance of the skirt was uncanny.
She knew that it was not possible.
Could it really be ?
No, not possibly! L.A is too big the possibility is endless.
It really can't be a coincidence that Tim Bradford her T.O wore the same perfume as the man from the bar.
Flashback: Lucy tugged at the hem of his shirt, groaning at the kiss. The damn thing wouldn't come off, he was too involved with her lips to tell the difference. Her tugging turned to vigorous yet seemingly gentle pulls until the material tore, a small tear but a tear nonetheless. She gasped seeing what she had done but he couldn't care, he wanted her, he wanted her now. He smirked looking down at her startled self and removed his shirt himself eager to greet her lips once again. His fervour took her mind of the shirt and his actions definitely took her mind of that whole situation
Lucy hastily grabbed the bottom right hem of the shirt and looked for the tear.
It was sewn up.
It was the same tear.
It was the same shirt.
It was the same guy.
She hesitantly put the shirt on and adjusted herself in the mirror. Her mind was racing faster than the speed of light. She coudln't comprehend. Well she could.
She slept with him.
She slept with Tim Bradford.
She slept with her T.O.
She had his daughter.
No:
She had their daughter.
iPhone ping
Lucy opened the sliding door to see Tim's back facing her waiting for him to turn around. When he turned around she couldn't decipher his face: was it horror, was it concern, was it disappointment or was he ready to run. She needed to swallow her pride and feelings before she told him.
"What's wrong," to be frank with herself she didn't want anything to be wrong -he was a god of a man and he was her baby daddy, "Are those the test results ?"
"Tamara's father is..."
Their eyes could not move off of each other
"I know" she stated to fill his silence
