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Never Not Wanted

Prompt #15

When I first got pregnant I didn't know what to do, or who to tell. I knew who the father was, but he was off in Atlanta filming. Nicolas Ryan upcoming actor and producer. He had already played in a major film, and I didn't want him to throw away his career. I stayed quiet, my art career was about to take off, my gallery of my finest works just took off. I was a art sensation, and everyone knew it, and so did my father.

The first person I told was my little sister Tatiana. She was so happy to be a aunt. Next I told my mom, she was more excited to be a grandmother. Finally, my father he didn't share the same. He stormed out, he was so frustrated, how could I make such a irresponsible decision? Was I stupid, was I suicidal, idiotic? Maybe I was but when that little pink plus sign appered after 10 minutes, I knew I wanted to be a mother more than anything, more than I wanted to be an artist. A little tiny life living inside me.

He told me I was stupid and ungrateful. He had bought that gallery for me, so I could pursue my dream. He wasn't going to pay for this baby, and I was ok with that at first. Then slowly my bank account started to drain. Like soap from clean hair down the shower. I asked him for help, but he said that the baby had to go, but I told him there was nothing I could do about it. Adoption? No not an option.

He had given in finally. I had to sign a paper which entitled me back all my money. I was so very excited. Dollar after dollar was given back to me. The future was bright. I set out my best pieace yet, it was a yellow medow, inspired by the post impressionism and by the joy of going to be a mother. If you look father away, I spelled his name out into it. Philip, Philip Ryan. In the brush strokes, brown and shadow, yellow and blue all came together to make Philip. I named the pieace winter, which obviously it was spring, but it signifies that just because someone calls something hard doesn't mean it is hard. Just because I called it winter doesn't mean it is.

The days before Philip arrived, I thought I would give him a call, Nicholas. He was filming a new movie, and I watched every single second of his other movies. The day I went into labor, he wasn't there, he said that his plane had been delayed because of bad weather, that was over here. 2 foot of snow. When I woke up, I asked to see my baby but they said, that he had been put up for adoption?

I screamed and cried for days deniyng that I had signed any papers. They showed me again and again. It was my signature, the loop over the L and everything.

After days and weeks of crying my father said. "Now you can focus on your career?" He was rubbing my back and saying sorry.

I stood up, "You did it?" My eyes were full of tears and red from long nights of restless sleep. "Why, how?" I demanded answers, he looked over to Winter and sighed. "The entitlement papers, they were- were adoption papers?" I couldn't feel my legs, my entire body went down, he tried to help me up, but I just screamed for him to get away from me.

"Laney? You know I do everything for your best interest. You were not ready for a baby, you know me?" He looked at me with a father's stare.

All I had for him in return was hate and daggers. " I can't pretend to know you. When the truth is I know nothing about you"

My love for him died, my longing for a father died, every single cell of trust and love died. It all died, Nicholas tried to call, but I always made the maid answer it. Saying I was getting the mail, fetching some milk. Cooking, cleaning, mopping, anything for an excuse. In the truth I had told Nicholas that the baby had died. Soon he stopped calling, stopped writing, stopped caring.

Soon I sent back to work, master pieaces after master pieaces all done by hand and soon sold to prestigious art foundations. I forgave my father, and soon I was at the top.

Friday night's at the Ritz, and waking up Saturday someplace different everytime. Soon I wondered after 12 years what it would of been like, to be a mother?

"Oh Philip" I brushed the boys cheek and hugged him, closely. "Now I know what it feels like"

"So you did want me?" Philip asked sitting on the rug of my mansion

"Always darling" I brushed his hair out of his face. "Now don't you think, it's time for bed?" Philip hurried up the stairs of his new home, his forever home. With me Laney Ocelot.