Saving Abba

Chapter 4

I woke up the next day sprawled on my couch, a bitter taste in my mouth. I sat up, rubbing my neck before getting up.

I walked to my room to the bathroom, needing to get rid of the horrible taste. I brushed and showered, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me.

"SHIT!!!" I groaned noticing the child on my bed.

Yesterdays memories rushed back to me and I let out another curse.

I stared at the child on my bed, she looked to be about 2 or 3. What the hell was I going to do with a child?

I groaned stomping into my closet to get ready. She was still seated when I came out, I walked over to her, hands in my pockets, thinking of how to deal with her.

An idea popped into my head and I smiled. I glanced at the clock, she would be at work by now. Last thing I needed was another run in with the asshole she calls a husband.

I made another bowl of oats and fed her before taking her out to the car. The ride to her workplace was about 10 minutes.

I walked through the front door with her in my arms. I took an elevator to her floor, approaching the door with her name on it.

I knocked and heard a muffled come in.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked in.

"I need your help"

Najma seemed lost for words as she continued to stare at the undershirt covered bundle in my arms.

“Uhm... Najma...”

“Who did you knock up?” She asked still staring at the baby.

What?!!!

“I didn’t knock anyone up." I muttered setting the child on the couch before moving to the desk and taking a seat.

“Well if you didn't get a girl pregnant then why are you with a baby?" Najma prompted closing her laptop.

I sighed wondering how I was going to explain it all, the entire thing was giving me a headache.

"After the argument with the asshole cousin of mine, I went to the club and I found her near the place." I explained ignoring the glare she sent my way at my reference of Khalifa.

"She was all alone and she looked lost. I couldn’t leave her there Najma, it was raining. She didn’t look like she was going to survive another day.” I added unconsciously, I frowned when I realised what I had uttered before shaking my head.

Najma sighed “it’s okay, I understand. I'm just worried, you know how deceiving people can be?” She explained.

She turned to the girl, looking her over.

"She's really pretty, I wonder where her parents are" Najma whispered before getting up and walking to the couch, taking a seat next to her.

“But she needs a bath” she said wrinkling her nose. The girl stared at Najma before turning to me, her lips jutting out and quivering before she let out a wail.

"Poor baby, shhh everything will be fine" Najma cooed carrying her into her arms. Her cries got louder as she twisted in her arms trying to get away. Turning to me as fat tears rolled down her cheeks, she made grabby hands.

"She wants you" Najma said, I stood and made my way to them. She immediately kept quiet as she laid her head on my chest.

"So what are we going to do with her" I asked bouncing her gently in my arms.