Ace

Chapter Five

Next thing I know I'm on a sunny beach in Capri. It felt good to be back on this beach. I had on a cute black bikini and my sunglasses. I'm always wearing something that is Gucci. I reached for my water and guzzled it down. This pregnancy things was really acting like a bitch on my body. It seemed like every time I wanted to walk, I waddled. And not to mention everything was sore. I set up a pregnancy appointment at the doctor's office in Monte Carlo.

I looked down at my little bump. You could just barely notice it, but in my bikini I could notice a little bitty bump.

I smiled which sort of surprised myself.

I could raise this baby. I'm Ana motherfucking Chevalier. I could do anything I wanted to do. Especially be a mom, without a man.

I decided to be the mom I never had. I'd be warm, gentle, and forgiving. Well I don't know about those, but I'd be better than a whore. Which was the mom I had.

But, I'd need to make a few changes.

I figured I'd do all of those when I got to Rome. The first thing I did was accept that job offer for Vogue Paris. I was an editor in New York, but I felt the sudden need to be away from New York. They immediately accepted me and I told them I'd be there at the beginning of next month. I also sent an email to my best friend and future aunt of my child. I told her to make arrangements to meet me in Paris in two months and I'd explain everything then. I already had an apartment in Paris from living there a couple years back, so I called a moving company to ship all my things to that address. I called my boss in New York and told her I accepted the job in Paris. I was glad to get rid of her, she was a bitch.

After spending two days in Capri, I was on my flight to Rome. The first day in Rome I rested. I was so jet lagged and tired. The second day I'd transform into Mommy Ana.

I went to the hair salon and had my hair cut shoulder length, dyed a honey blonde, and with fringe bangs.

I also got a whole new wardrobe mainly consisting of maternity clothes, but some clothes after the baby was born. I'd do some more shopping later.

I went back to the hotel to put everything up and to get ready for dinner tonight with Mother. And I knew by the end of the night I'd end up paying for both of our overly expensive dinner tickets.

We were meeting at this expensive restaurant and I bought a beautiful dress. I left my hair down and put on a pair of my louboutin heels and I was off.

She was wearing a long black dress and it looked like her cleavage was about to spill out on the table. Classy.

"Anastasia, darling it's so good to see you."

Normally when a mother says this to her daughter she'll get up from the table and give her daughter a big bear hug and just maybe ask her how she's been. Well not mine, she casually said this with sort of a bored expression while looking over the wine list.

I sat down and thanked the waiter for a menu. She finally looked up at me when I told the waiter I wanted water.

I don't think I'd ever ordered water in her presence before. She looked at me like I was nuts.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?"

"I cut and dyed it." I said it with a bored expression like I was not really interested in the conversation, but I actually was curious to what she would say when I told her I was pregnant.

"And why is that?"

Ah, the million dollar question.

"Mother, I'm pregnant."

She looked at me for a second then looked at the waiter coming up to our table and told him to bring an unopened bottle of Barbera.

"Is the father around?"

She picks up her wine glass and looks me in the eye.

"Nope married and has a month old daughter. Left me for her."

I felt rage piling up inside me.

"And he knows you're pregnant?

"Nope, only you and Livia Chevalier at the moment."

"Well this is fucked up."

I took a sip of my water trying to calm my nerves. Yes I do know this situation is messed up, thank you for telling me.

"Tell me about it."

"Where are you going to be with my grandchild. Maybe I'll come and visit you and the baby."

I knew she wouldn't come to visit.

"Paris."

"Wonderful. Such a wonderful place for a baby."

Then the dam of rage broke. Way to go hormones.

"How would you know?"

She quirked her eyebrow at me almost like she was challenging me. Then she sighed, almost like she was exhausted. How peculiar.

"I'm not in the mood to go through this again. I wasn't made to be a mother."

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah I know, you were meant to fuck."

She seemed surprised when I said that, but I don't know why. But, then she quickly recovered and said things I never thought she would.

"Yes I was. And then my actions caught up with me and I couldn't live with it, so I thought I was doing what was right. You can't see it, but when you become a mother you'll understand. Maybe I didn't do everything right, but I always thought of you."

"Yeah well let's just hope I don't fuck this up."

"You won't. I can tell you'll be fine."

She smiled at me. I smiled back. She then grabbed the dinner menu.

"Now what do you want to eat Anastasia? I'm buying."