Zac POV
Im sitting on set and for the first time in a while everything feels perfect! I've got a couple of more pages to shoot and then I'm going to the hotel because my babies are coming. I can't wait to see Kolby and Tima.
"Mr. Taylor we're ready for you on set." One of the PA's said
As I got out my phone down to go onto set I see the words that almost rocked my world.
Kolby's Donor 🤡
"Zac, I'm pregnant and it's yours"
I put my phone down and make my way to film, I would address it when I got back.
Sabrina probably expected me to respond right away, to fix things like I used to. But things were different now. I wasn't the man who jumped from one crisis to the next anymore. Fatima had helped me grow and find stability.
I thought about how I would handle it because of Fatima, do I tell he or do I wait until I talk to Sabrina
The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, especially when she was only a few hours away from arriving in Atlanta.
Fatima had been patient with me through all past complications with Sabrina, but another pregnancy? That was something else entirely.
Thankfully the scene I had to film was one that I had to act like I was distant from the situation going on which was perfect because I wasn't really focused on what I was supposed to be doing. All I could think about was the situation going on in my real life.
After wrapping up my scene, I grabbed my phone, swiping away notifications out of habit until one stopped me in my tracks. It was a photo from Fatima. She was smiling, "We'll see you shortly!" the caption read. Kolby's little face lit up the screen, eyes wide with excitement, and Fatima looked relaxed happy even. It should've made me feel the same.
But instead, my stomach tightened. I was about to face them, my family. How was I supposed to look Fatima in the eyes, knowing what was waiting on the other side of that message from Sabrina? I had barely processed it myself. Sabrina was pregnant again. And I hadn't even had a chance to talk to her, to figure out what any of this meant.
The seconds ticked by as I stared at the photo. Do I tell Fatima as soon as she gets here? Drop the bomb right when we finally get some time together? She had been way more than I deserved, if I was being honest.
Or maybe I should talk to Sabrina first, figure out what she's thinking before I involve Fatima. Get the facts straight, at least. There was no need to stir up chaos before I knew for sure what this pregnancy even meant for us.
But keeping something this big from Fatima, even for a little while, felt wrong. Secrets had almost ruined things for me before.
I let out a breath, turning off my phone and resting it in my lap. The plane would land soon. I didn't have much time left to figure this out.
Fatima's POV
I had just landed in Atlanta, and the familiar buzz of the airport filled the air. Kolby's stroller was loaded up with all her things, and my Dior tote hung over my shoulder as I navigated us through the busy terminal. After three long weeks apart, I was ready,beyond ready to see Zac again. It felt like forever since we'd last been together, and I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around him.
I glanced down at Kolby, her tiny legs kicking under the stroller. She looked around, her wide eyes taking in everything around us. I smiled, feeling that warm glow in my chest that always came with the thought of Zac. We'd managed to keep up with texts and calls, but nothing compared to being in the same place, to feeling him close.
