There's a tender but decisive knock on my front door
When I open it, I find Amber and someone who distinctly looks like her standing on my porch
She's holding a small baby hamper
"I know I'm not invited to the baby shower so I thought I'd drop a little something anyway," she smiles gleefully wiggling the hamper in her hands
I nod my head in surprise and take the hamper in my arms and I motion for her and her friend to come in
"Oh sorry Chris, this is my little sister, Hannah," Amber greets and I shake Hannah's hand
She gives me a shy smile before returning her gaze to her clasped hands
"Want anything to eat or drink?" I ask cautiously, my suspicions growing
"Oh no no no, we, well I just wanted to drop this off. I don't want to be stepping on her toes," Amber explains animatedly
I narrow my eyes
"We're not together," I state coldly
Amber feigns a shocked over dramatic expression and begins apologising foolishly
Regardless she and her sister stay for lunch
"I'm so sorry to hear about this situation but I hope she won't be one of those difficult mothers," she says furrowing her brows in apparent concern
"Difficult mothers are only a produce of difficult fathers. I won't be difficult," I reply
She simply nods her head as she gives me a tight smile
"Well, I hope to see her when she's born," she says bringing her palm to her breast
I nod my head and say goodbye to them both
I know she knows what is happening behind these walls
Wouldn't be surprised if the whole Chelsea borough didn't know
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