The Path to Love

Chapter 62 - Sam's POV

Hold it together, you're fine. You're going to be fine. I stared at the magazine cover on the table in shock and disgust. We haven't been together for almost two months; he has a kid coming in a little less than a couple months and this is why he chose to leave? This is disgusting.

I picked up the magazine and threw it across the room. I was done with this crap, him, and feeling so upset because of him. If he didn't want to be apart of his daughter's life, then fine. She won't know her father and he won't know his daughter. This is his choice, and this is what he is choosing to do with his life. What a sleezeball.

I walked back to my temporary office and called my assistant. "Clear my schedule, I want the rest of the day off and call me a car. There are some things I want to do. Also, call Mr. Thomas and tell him I'll be out for the rest of the afternoon. Reschedule my meetings to next week as well, please."

She hung up and started doing what I requested, and I started to pack up my things. I didn't want to be around anyone right now that had the last name Thomas or be around anything that reminded me of him. I wanted to go back to the hotel, eat a pint of ice cream and just relax. I wanted to clear my head of all things that involved one, Hunter Thomas.

I rushed out of the building and got into my car. "I would like to go home," I said to the driver.

The rest of the ride was quiet as I started thinking. Maybe I should try dating. I never really dated anyone before. Am I ready for that though? Would anyone date a pregnant almost eighteen-year-old? Maybe I'm just meant to be alone with my daughter for my life. That couldn't be so bad, could it? I would have a successful company, my wonderful daughter, and a life I made for us. That could be kind of perfect.

I have a little less than two weeks left here and then I go back to Toronto to take over Dawson Enterprises. It's not like I'll see Hunter again, I gasped in realization.

He's in Toronto, right now! What the hell is he doing there? Could he be the one that will be training me? No. Mr. Thomas knows what I'm going through with him, he wouldn't do that to me, would he?

I shook the thoughts from my head. Hunter wouldn't be so stupid as to do something like that.

"Mam?" I looked to the sound of the voice and realized we had been stopped for a while now.

I quickly got out of the car. "Sorry," I replied, fixing my outfit. "I was lost in thought there."

"Don't worry about it," the guy grinned at me. "Have a good rest of your day."

"You too," I replied. I turned and walked into the hotel.

I walked into my room and crawled onto the bed. My emotions were already heightened because of my pregnancy, but now it was even worse because of what I had seen of Hunter. This is what I get for looking at magazines. Does that mean paparazzi will come after me too, once I start to get well known? I don't think I'll ever be ready for that or feel comfortable putting my child through that.

I called my assistant, again. "Start the screening process for two bodyguards. I want some hired before I go back to Toronto."

"Sure thing, Ms. Dawson. I'll get right on that."

"The people you decide on, make sure Mr. Thomas approves of them as well. He would know how to approach this better than you and I combined."

"Got it," she replied.

"Thank you for all your help."

"It's my job, this is what I'm here for. Have a good rest of your day off."

"Thank you," I replied, then hung up the phone.

I willed my body to relax and started watching a movie. It wasn't long until my body was completely relaxed, and I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about the life I could have had with Hunter, and our daughter.

We were at the park, watching her play. "Hunter, I want to go home," I whined.

"No," he chuckled. "You want to go to work. You barely spend any time with our daughter. Sit back and relax, watch her as she plays. She isn't going to be this young forever, you know."

I lightly hit him. "I know that, this business deal just has to go through, it could be so,"

He cut me off. "Big for Dawson Enterprises, I know." He frowned. "But did you ever stop to think about how Mae would feel when she grows up realizing that her mother keeps choosing work over her?"

"Hunter," I scolded. "I don't do that."

"She's three years old now. You've missed more of her life in the last year because of work than I have."

"You're just a softy when it comes to her."

"No," he replied. "I just want to be there, watching her grow up. Shouldn't you want the same? Work will always be there, waiting for you. Our daughter will never be this young again."

"Our daughter knows I love her endlessly. I just have to get this deal to go through and then I'll be home all the time."

"Yeah, you said that last time, for the last business deal. I'll go get Mae so you can go get your deal to go through," he snapped and walked away.

I stared at his retreating figure going after our daughter. He was a great father, I knew that. But was I really a bad mother, missing so much of our daughter's life, for work?

I woke up with a start, breathing deeply. I knew two things from waking up. One, I knew what I wanted to name our daughter. Two, I would be working from home at least three days a week.

"I will not miss you growing up," I said to my daughter, rubbing my stomach.