Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 13

Jakobia's POV

"Nevermind. I'll explain later." I watched as Valdo placed the phone down without taking his eyes off me. He looked relieved to see me for some odd reason.

"Hi," I whispered, not quite sure what to say. I didn't expect him home until the next hour. What's he doing here?

He ran his hands through his hair and let out a smile. After a few seconds, he finally spoke, "Hi."

That's when it clicked. That call was about me and by the look that was on his face I could tell it was because he thought I runaway. "You thought I left, didn't you?"

He nodded, "Yes. I thought you did. I called a few times earlier, and I didn't get any answer, and so I decide to come and check if everything was okay. When I came home, the place was quiet, the things I bought were there, the only thing missing was King. I've been waiting for two hours and no sign of you. So yes, I thought you left."

I nodded understanding, "And the person on the phone?"

"Private Investigator." He answered honestly, but I could see he was hesitant at first.

"It's okay. I understand your side of the story; now you listen to mine. I got really bored. I didn't find anything on the TV remotely interesting, and I wasn't in the mood for reading. You see for the past six months I've been on the street, not locked up in some fancy apartment with four hundred different channel and so I wanted some fresh air and King looked like he needed some as well. So I decided that the park would be a great idea. With King as my compass, we went to the park, but on the way back, we got lost and were going in circles. I finally decide to ask someone for directions." That was the most straightforward way I could put today's activity in words, but I also learnt a vital lesson. Dogs are great at memory records but not necessary it the correct order.

I looked at Valdo, waiting for his response. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled, "The reason why you got lost is that when I'm coming back from the park or walks with King, we don't usually take the same route. I'm sorry for doubting you. Sorry for thinking you stole my dog."

I shrug, "We only met a few days ago. I am a pregnant stranger you decided you wanted to help. I understand if you don't trust me 100%, to be honest, I still don't trust you 100%, but I'm grateful for the help. Words can't explain how thankful I am to you. Even if you turn out to be a creep, I'll still be grateful because it's kindness anyone has been to me since I became homeless. Thank you."

He laughed, "I'm not a creep."

"That's what a creep would say."

He laughed a little harder, "I'm a creep. I'm a creep. I'm a creep."

I laughed at his childish behaviour, "Say that one time and I just might believe you."

He shook his head and smile, his blue lighting up. He mumbled, "Women are so hard to please."

"I am not hard to please." I defended with a smile. I turn around placing the key on the rack then look back at him.

"Hmmm..that's what all women say." he took a step back walked off to the couch.

"I'm not like all women." Being homeless taught me not to be picky. I'm thankful for everything I get. Some people have it worse than I do so why complain when I can be grateful?

"I'm starting to realise that," he said, looking into my eyes. He broke eye contact with me then cleared his throat, "You've been on your feet for a few hours. You should get some rest. We're having dinner with my mom and stepdad later."

"It's okay. I'm used to being on my feet all day."

He shook his head, "Yes, you are. But now you don't have to be on your feet all day anymore, you have a nice comfortable bed with silk sheets that are waiting for you to lay in it." he looked down at my feet and frowned, "Your feet is swollen. You need to lay down." I was used to my feet being swollen. It didn't pain me anymore, or I've just gotten used to the pain. I never made a big deal about it before, and now here he was, a stranger, telling me to rest my feet. I knew he wouldn't stop until I agreed, so I did.