WHEN DADDY LEFT

Jealous boyfriend

Anthony's POV

I don't know why this spoilt Harrington jerk had to summon me at this moment. I guess it's something to do with Y'vania and I am not ready to hear anything about her at this moment.

With everything that happened I don't want to trust anyone.

Maybe I should let go of Y'vania and start focusing on Kara, after all she is carrying my baby.

I have no feelings for Kara. I don't know how we are going to manage raising the child under the same roof. I know that I am lying to myself by saying that I am going to try and focus on Kara. I know it's a big fat lie.

I tried it last month. I tried kissing her. I imagined it was Y'vania as I did it. We got carried away for some minutes. I got carried away to the point of calling her Y'vania. It set her off completely and she kicked me out of the room.

I knew I was at fault so I apologized on the next day, got her flowers and lied to her that I loved her. I tried again, carefully on the second time not to mention Y'vania. I managed to picture Y'vania as I made love to her. I switched off the lights and closed my eyes. It helped because all I saw was Y'vania begging me not to stop. I fell asleep shortly afterwards and dreamt about my Brownie and my baby.

Y'vania denied me the chance to see my baby. She kicked me out in plain daylight when I asked about my son.

Elio.

She named the baby Elio. An Italian name. Daniel has no Italian roots and even though Y'vania's mother is Italian I don't see any other reason for her to name the baby after her mother's relatives.

I know Y'vania. She named the baby Elio because she knew the baby has Italian roots. She gave the baby that name because she still loves and respects me as the father.

I still can't believe that I am a father and Y'vania is the mother.

Our child. A child that we made together
Our love child.

I don't remember why we didn't use protection the first and second time we made love. I remember we used it the third time and the fourth and fifth but I guess the baby was already conceived by then.

The first time we made love was really a struggle. She was ready but she was so tense at the same time. When I managed to get inside her she cried in pain and I thought she was just exaggerating but when I saw that she was really crying I tensed up too.

I stopped at that moment and I saw that she was bleeding that's when it dawned on me that my guess was right it was really her first time. That I was her first man. She had emergency sanitary towels in her purse and she grabbed one, entered my bathroom and locked herself inside. I could hear her crying from the door and I was worried that she'd fall sick and I would have to break through the door.

I started to talk to her through the door, telling her how special she was to me, how I love her and I'd never hurt her, how I was going to take care of her for the rest of my life. I called her many sweet names and after a while I heard the door unlatch and she opened the door smiling with tears in her eyes. I cuddled her that night, rocked her to sleep, kissing her face, her hair, her hands and soft lips.

The second time, two days later wasn't as hard. This time she was a bit tipsy. She drank a glass of wine as we watched a movie in my bedroom, I was teasing her slowly as she drank her wine and chocolates and by the time she noticed my intention both of us were naked and in need of each other.

The other times were easier, we were so much in need of each other that we found it hard to stop once we started. We didn't even care anymore if my parents were around or not. We were crazy for each other.