Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 10

"Great. You're awake." I jumped at the voice and then looked to my right in the direction it came from. Valdo was sitting on one of the couches with a book in his hands and King sitting down at his feet. "You must be hungry."

I nodded my head, "Yes. I'm just going to make a sandwich." I pointed at the kitchen.

He shook his head, "No need. I ordered a pizza. Come and sit here and talk to me. There is still so much I still don't know about you."

I hesitated before I started walking towards him. I didn't want him to know too much about me, but he deserved to know at least something, and I could always lie if he asked anything close to home. I took a seat opposite to him then rested my hands on my lap. King stood from his spot at Valdo's feet and came and sat beside me on the couch.

I looked at him and smiled, "You're a good boy, aren't you." I placed my hands on his fur and rubbed him down.

"That's because he likes you."

I smiled. I liked him too. Animals are wonderful, and it's sad when people don't appreciate them.

"How was your sleep?" I lifted my head and looked up at Valdo, his blue eyes shining as always.

"My sleep was good, thanks for asking." I moved my eyes from him and looked down at the book that he had in his hands. I couldn't see the name of the book, but I saw the author clearly, and he was one of my favourites. "James Patterson, which book is that?"

Valdo looked down at the book, then back at me, "Murder Games."

I've read over twenty of James Patterson books but never came across that one. "Oh, I don't know that one."

"It came out a few years ago." he paused and smiled, "So you're a fan of James Patterson."

I nodded my head, "Yes, J. D Robbs and James Patterson are my favourite authors."

He smiled, "You know that J.D Robbs is Nora Roberts, right?"

I laughed, "Yes, but Nora Roberts is associated with Romance novels, whereas J.D is murder mysteries."

"I see." he paused. "So you're saying you don't like Romance Novels?"

"I've never really read one, so I can't be biased and say that I don't like them, but I'm more of a mystery type of girl." It was the mystery side of me that allowed me to live on the streets so long. Reading mysteries taught me a lot.

He nodded his head and looked down at his book, "You'll probably enjoy this book then."

"Maybe I can borrow it when you finish with it." I didn't want to ask and get rejected, so I stated instead. I know some people didn't like lending out their books.

"Sure, you can read it when I go to work tomorrow. You'll have something to occupy your time."

"Thanks." His voice brought me back to reality somehow. He would go to work every day and leave me in his apartment. Did he really trust a stranger in his home? Not that I'm planning on stealing anything. Even though I've been through hell, I've never stolen from anyone before, and I don't plan on starting either.

"So tell me about yourself." he coaxed in a low tone.

"Hmm...What do you want to know?" I asked in the same low tone.

"Well, we just discovered you like Mystery novels, which mean you enjoy reading. What type of music do you listen to?"

I smiled, "It's kinda weird, but I love country music." Country music isn't about money, drugs, war or fame, and that's why I loved it. Most country music as about love and family and they are clean of violence.