What Goes Around...

Part Forty One

Chapter Forty One

Dr Mathews smiled a little awkwardly, "some men! I've had a fourth time father run out of here one day, they get stressed."

Freya nodded, blinking at the tears, "yes, that sounds right." It was a million miles from the truth, but as much as she wanted to share with the stranger. "More stress than they're worth. He's always been a bit squeamish."

The doctor smiled sympathetically, "I know. And it's ironic as you'll do all the work. Now let me tell you about vitamins and supplements, a healthy Mom makes a healthy baby."

The appointment lasted another twenty minutes, and when it was over, Freya asked the receptionist if she could use the back door. It may have seemed an odd request, but she had to escape without seeing Mitchell Cooper because she couldn't be responsible for her actions if she did. A taxi happened to slow down at the intersection at the end of the road, and so she dived in it and got a lift the fifteen miles home. It wasn't cheap, but it was worth every penny not to have to rely on him. And it gave her time to calm down, because quite frankly, she felt she may be capable of murder.

The house was empty; he was presumably still sitting outside the doctor's office waiting for her. It gave her a chance to call a local realtor's office. There was a shortage of rental properties in the area apparently, but the middle aged woman promised to call her the next day with some options. That left short term. How would it feel to check in to the hotel she'd briefly worked in? She had thick skin and she wasn't about to let that worry her. She'd call them later, once a few bags were packed and she'd sorted through her things.

Freya was filling her second suitcase when the door flew open and Mitchell Cooper stood there on the doorstep, anger, and she wasn't sure if it was fear filling his face.

"I've been sat outside that office waiting for you." His voice was raised, angry.

She on the other hand was almost too calm, shrugging she answered, "and I was sat inside waiting for you."

He turned pale, "I thought something had happened..."

"It did! You proved once and for all what a selfish bastard you are!"

"I...er..."

Her mother's words echoed, give him enough rope and he'd hang himself. Oh he was doing that all right, and she was passed the point of caring. Laughing harshly she stepped up to him, silencing his floundering, "don't tell me, let me guess, 'I can't do it'? Jesus Mitchell Cooper, I am SO sick of that shit line, and I am sick and tired of YOU. Today I saw my baby...for the first time. It was exciting, and terrifying, it was EVERYTHING and so much more. And then you fucked off," she never swore, but she had no control over things. "And ruined it all. All I wanted was to have today, but you couldn't even let me, couldn't be there for ME." She was tempted to hit him, that impulse was there ALL the time at the moment. "You are a selfish and childish bastard and everything is ALWAYS about you. Let me remind you that it takes two to Tango, or in this case to screw carelessly and have a kid. Maybe it wasn't planned, but it's here, it's happening. And instead of standing up, instead of growing up, you are YET again about to bury your head in the sand.

"And I'm done." And she knew it was the truth. "You've crossed that line once too often. I am out of here. I'm sorry I dragged you into something so horrendous. Forget about me, forget about the baby and pretend that none of this happened. Because we don't need you."

She looked at the sofa laden with bags, then back at him, "all I wanted was for you to be part of this. I hoped that it would mean something to you. But I'm not about to force you, you hear that? And I'm not standing around to be hurt by you time and time and time again!"