The CEO's Baby

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Melody is played by Carmen Johnson. This photo is not mine, no copyright intended.

Chapter 1

The plastic stick glared up at me like it was scolding me for the sinful things I did that night.

My stomach not only dropped but my heart increased in tempo.
It said positive. A Plus sign. This isn't real life.

But maybe it was ANOTHER default one. False positives are common. I think.

Seven is the number of completion, so maybe just one more?

I pull out the seventh pregnancy test out of the twelve I had bought from the corner drug-store and followed the directions. I knew the verdict before the stick confirmed it.

I was indeed pregnant.

No. No. I can't do this.

A baby. A baby?! I can barely keep myself alive. Out of all the women in the world, it would be me. I would get pregnant after my first time...

Like my grandmother use to tell me, and Teen Mom, and Secret Life of the American Teenager: "It only takes one time."

How much time until I start to show?

How will I be able to show up to work everyday, knowing that this baby, is his.

Especially when every 'business' partner, whom are female, leaves his office in complete confusion, like they did not know what they were doing at the building in the first place. Their hair flying in all directions, their skirts twisted, pantyhose torn, lipstick smeared...

Maybe it's not too late to quit. Forget the contract! I can be sued and pay...how much money? Oh 250,000? That's not too bad.

Adoption? Is it too late to...terminate...

I sat on top of my porcelain throne. My mind is running wild. How am I suppose to be a mom?

My heavy curls fell around my face as I tilted my head forward. Defeated.

I can't give this baby up. Abortion...

My mind brought me back to high school when they showed us videos of how doctors...extract...the fetuses.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. I can't.

Standing back up, which was harder to do since my head was spinning, I turned to the mirror.

I stared at myself then lifted up my black hoodie . I touched my stomach.

I don't know how it happened, but as I touched my slightly protruding stomach, the most intense feeling of love I have ever felt in my life settled it's way into my heart. I will do anything for this baby. Anything to keep him or her safe.

My little JuneBug. I couldn't stop the salty tears from spilling onto my cheeks as I thought more about our dilemma.

This baby is an heir. This baby is the heir.

He may want the baby. He may take my baby.

My knees suddenly weakened and I had to catch myself on the counter before I fell.

I can not tell him.

I will not tell him.

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The next morning, I woke up to a party in my toilet featuring my head in it. After extracting my head from the porcelain donut, I called a local family doctor to set up a time to schedule a check-up since I could estimate myself at around 10 weeks.

Rinsing my mouth, I got dressed and grabbed some snacks for work--including crackers. If I can't stomach anything else, I might as well settle my stomach with Ritz. Grabbing my phone and keys, I walked out the door and headed to my car.

"Call from Alisha Donato." My Bluetooth alerted through the sound system in my car.

"Answer."

The deep and smooth voice of my best friend rang through as soon as the call connected.

"Melody! Did you find out?" As my best friend, she knew everything about me. I knew everything about her. She's Greek and African-American. Her stature barely touches 5'7, but her attitude is borderline psychotic. Curly light brown hair frames her face while hazel-almond shaped eyes hints at her exoticness. Her curvy hourglass body with a little booty makes her the complete bombshell.

"Well?" I hesitated. Not just because she was the first person, besides myself to know of this secret, but she is also his cousin. First cousins to be exact. They both moved to this wonderful city of Dallas as soon as he could take over the Dallas branch in the company.

"Can you plan a baby shower?" I sighed.

"Mel. Are you serious?" I nodded, but then remembered she couldn't see me through the phone.

"Yes. I am so dead serious." My response was quiet and meek. The total opposite of my personality.

"Well, when are you going to tell him?"

"That's the thing Lisha, I'm not."
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So this is the first chapter. Nearly completely different because i hate it. It is edited.