I choose you - scalia

Chapter 18

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Malia's heart pondered as she approached the restaurant. She couldn't get the afternoon confrontation out of her mind; Scott's hurtful brown eyes after seeing Kylie and her together. Malia groaned and drew her head back. Why today of all days did Scott have to find out about Kylie? It was suppose to be them out on a dinner and she will blunt out about Kylie. Ha, fate was playing a cruel game with her; she thought remorseful as she walked up to the front door of the restaurant.

"Good evening, reservation?" The hostess asked as Malia walked to the hostess's table.

Malia cleared her throat, "umm Scott MaCall?"

The hostess's eyes gleamed. "He's already here, follow me."

Malia followed her into the interior of the restaurant, every table was occupied by loving dovey couples – holding hands, staring into each other's eyes. And there was Scott, brooding with hands on his chin. He looked up when they walked up to the table. His eyes held no emotions as he stood up and walked around the table. He pulled out Malia's chair, prompting her to take a seat. The hostess left the menus on the table.

Malia looked across at Scott, he sat with his hands on top of the table, eyes boring at Malia. Malia's heart fluttered at a fast pace. She cleared her throat to talk but was cut off.

"Why didn't you tell me that we had a daughter?" Scott demanded.

Malia drew in a quick breath. "I had my reasons."

"What reasons? Malia you denied me my child," Scott said; sounding hurt.

"I was going to tell you," Malia confessed.

Scott's face went hard. "When? Malia we're together this past few weeks and you never mentioned her," his voice raised a little higher; earning a few glances from the other occupants of the room.

A waiter came to their table. "Are you ready to order?"

"No, am sorry we are leaving," Scott replied tersely; standing up.

Malia, not wanting to make a scene stood up and smiled at the waiter.

"We decided to have an early night." The waiter blushed and walked away. After a few minutes Scott and Malia walked outside the restaurant.

"Where can we talk privately?" Scott asked.

They walked silently toward the park. Malia walked in front with Scott following behind. They reached the bench near the sandpit and the playground. Malia sat on the dew covered bench and pull her coat close to her body. Scott stood in front of her; hands rubbing his face.

"When did you found out you were pregnant? Was before you left?" Scott finally asked.

Malia stared at the playground behind Scott and began.

"I found out two days in Paris. I had the symptoms but I never thought about it ."

"Why didn't you call me?" Scott asked softly.

"What you've done if you knew?" Malia countered.

Scott raised his hands in frustration. "We can't know because you denied me the chance," he retorted.

Malia stood up, not wanting to take it sitting down.

"What are you, Scott?" Malia questioned.