¿How far are you willing to go? {Book 4} (Old Version) Being renewed

Epilogue: Tatiana Slayer

I turned around, giving Drake a smile. "Thanks for everything, I mean. For being here." He licked his lips, a smile on hi face. "It's my pleasure. I,I really messed up Tatiana and I'm happy that you gave me a chance."

I stepped back when he went to kiss me, pressing my lips together. "Look Drake, I want to start again, I want to give my daughter or son a better life, a father. You have to assure me that you will be here hundred percent, if you can't, just let me know. I won't deal with more heartbreaks, I think I had enough sadness in my life."

He touched my face, "I swear to you Tatiana, that I will be the father of your child. I will never leave you again, never." Drake leaned in, his thumb brushing my cheek as he kissed my lips slowly, my lips soon following his movements as we kissed deeply.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He gave me a smile as he stepped back, turning around as he headed toward his car. I smiled shortly, turning around as I walked inside, closing the door behind me. I made my way toward the stairs and headed toward my room, taking my sandals off, my feet hurting.

I walked toward the bathroom and filled the tub with water, pulling my clothes off. I held on tight as I slipped inside, leaning my head on the tub as I rested my hands on the sides. The warm water cocooned my body, humming I circled my hand around my stomach.

I oopmhed, touching my stomach when I felt a weird sensation in my lower abdomen. I arched my back as I leaned up, holding the tub. Breathe Tatiana, breathe. You have three more weeks to go. It's probably nothing.

I stayed a few minutes in the same position, calculating first to see if I was having more of these cramps but didn't. See? worried for nothing. I finished taking my bath and got out, drying my body off. 

I went into the bedroom and put my pajamas on, turning off the lights as I head straight to bed. Tossing and turning, moaning and groaning as the cramps exalted. The door banged, I jolted scared, touching my stomach as I huffed and puffed.

Oh my God, what is happening? I turned on the night lamp and grabbed my phone on the nightstand to call Drake but he didn't pick up. I panicked, the door banged again. I removed the sheets from my body, walking slowly toward the door as I got out of my bedroom. 

I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen, grabbing a knife. I put it behind my back as I made my way toward the door, looking in the tiny hole to see who it was. I sighed, closing my eyes for a few seconds, the door banged once more. I held the knife in a tight grip, you never know.

I unlocked the door and opened it, "What the hell Scar?!" I hissed out at him as he walked in like he owned the place. I closed the door, turning around to face him. He threw his finger at me, pointing accusingly, "Are you fucking Drake?!"

"What?" I shouted out, scoffing as I shook my head. "You came in the middle of the night, interrupting my sleep to ask me if I'm fucking Drake? Ohm? Did you hit your head or something? Because till I know, we are done. What I do with my life, is my business not yours."

"No, no,no. You're having my child, I won't let him be the father of my child!" I laughed, I actually laughed, the pain and all going away as I just laughed at him, "Your child? Get the fuck out of my house." I pointed the knife at him, "You can't just appear after months! Beating your chest and talking about your child, the fuck you on about? I already told you, the baby is mine. I never wanted to see you again, but sadly you're here."

"Newsflash Scar, I moved on. It's time that you do the same, away from me, Drake and my child." He fumed, stalking past me as he yanked the door open, I breathed out, gripping my stomach. He turned around and I leaned up, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to ignore the pain.