Surrogate Mother (Completed)

Chapter 12: The Meeting

Afra checked the time on her iPhone and it read 11:35 p.m. She realized that Rochelle was ten minutes late and couldve punked out on her at the last minute. Even if Rochelle did punk out, Afra decided to stay a few minutes longer just in case she decided to show up. She was sitting at a booth far off in a section where no one sat near her. The only people that was in the coffee shop was an elderly couple and a group of teenagers, but they sat on the other end of the shop. Afra motioned the waitress that was sitting at the bar to come over to her. When the waitress walked up, she made a friendly smile and asked her what she would like to drink.

"A medium caramel macchiato, please. Extra ice. " Afra demanded.

"Good choice." The waitress complimented as she walked away with Afra's order.

Afra had looked down to check her phone again to see if Rochelle had called or texted, but still no luck. Just as she put her phone back into her Michael Kors tote bag, Rochelle had plopped down into the booth seat across from her.

"You're late." Said Afra as she stared Rochelle evilly in the eyes.

Rochelle rolled her eyes in annoyance, "So? You called me this late on my phone and you expected me to rush to get here?."

Afra made an evil chuckle out loud. "Please don't sass mouth me because that's not why I brought you here."

"Then why are we here?" Lauren asked.

"I'm here to set some things straight with you. Just you and me."

Afra paused the conversation as she saw The waitress had came back with Her drink in hand with extra sugar and cream. She thanked the waitress and waited until she walked out of the clear. Just as the waitress walked back to the coffee bar, the conversation continued.

"Now." Said Afra as she started to stir her coffee drink around in the cup with the straw, "I see you don't know how to keep your eyes and hands off of someone's husband."

Lauren's face dazed into confusion, "I don't know what you're talking about? Your husband came on to me. Didn't he tell you?"

Afra took a sip of her caramel macchiato as she looked at Lauren as if she was crazy, "my husband came on to you?" She giggled slightly. "He would never do such a thing. He loves me very much and he wouldn't jeopardize our marriage by messing around with our poor excuse of a surrogate mom."

Lauren threw her hands up in surrender while she gave out an evil smile in the corner of her lips, "I'm just stating facts. Ask your husband. He's the one keeping the secrets."

Afra slammed her fist down on the table so  loudly that the elderly couple and the teenagers in the other section of the shop turned their heads, "listen! There aren't any secrets. The only reason you're around is because you're having my baby. My husband told me everything. You came on to him and he blew you off. That must've upset you, but too bad. Jaeson is mine and no one else can change that. Like I said, you're only around to give birth to our baby" Afra paused while staring Rochelle up and down, "if a baby is even in there."

"Your baby? Yeah, we'll see about that. Jaeson is mine and you, Mrs. Coventry is just in the way." Said Lauren as she pointed her finger in Afra's face.

Afra snickered at the craziness she had just heard, "I'm in the way? We'll see about that." She mimicked as she pulled out a twenty from her purse. She threw the crisp twenty dollar bill on the table and gathered her purse and coffee, while heading for the exit of the coffee shop.

She had left Rochelle sitting there looking stupid and quite frankly, she didn't care. Since Rochelle had a little game that she wanted to play, Afra had a little game of her own.

As she entered her husband's Jeep Wrangler, she dialed a number that was programmed into her contacts log. She put her cell phone on speaker and it rang three times before the person answered.

"Hey, Afra! I haven't spook to you in awhile. What's going?" Don said excitedly through the other end.

"Hey, Don. I need a huge favor. There's a crazy woman on the loose and I need some information on her."

"You know whatever you need, I got you. What's the woman's name?" Don asked seeming concerned.

"Her name is Rochelle Rodriguez." Afra said sternly while watching local patrons go in and out of the coffee shop from her windshield window.

There was a slight pause on the phone and Afra wasnt sure Don had hung up or not, "hello? Are you still there?" She asked.

Don chuckled as he was quizzical of what Afra had asked him for, "yeah, I'm here. I'm just a little hard of hearing because I thought you said that you wanted information on Rochelle Rodriguez."

Afra's eyebrow frowned up as she seemed confused, "Yeah, and how is that funny?"

"It's funny because that can't be possible. Rochelle Rodriguez is dead."

Afra's  eyes lit up like a dear in headlights. She couldn't believe the words that Don had Said through the phone. "Dead? Then who is the woman that could be possibly carrying my child?"