Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 25

A petit redhead came up to our table with a big smile on her face. She looked down, and Jamaica and smile then look up at Valdo, "He looks exactly like you. He's practically your twin." I looked at her and chuckled a little. If only she knew.

"Thank you, and it's a girl." Valdo corrected with a smile. I smile at his response, he didn't say she wasn't his, and that made my heart jumped a bit.

"Oh," her face got red then she apologised, "I'm so very sorry. It's just that she has no hair, so I assumed it's a boy." She looked across at me apologetically.

I shrugged, "It's cool. It has happened to me before, and it wasn't the hair that got me, it was the fact that the baby was wearing a spiderman onesies. So it's okay. It's no big deal."

"Thanks, I'm Michelle by the way, and I'll be your server for today. What can I get for you guys today?"

Valdo looked across at me, and I looked down at the menu, "I'll take the pancakes and a peppermint tea, two sugars."

"What about you, sir?" she wrote down my order in her little note pad and then turn to Valdo.

"I'll have the French omelette, with coffee, no sugar." she nodded and gave us a smile before walking off.

"She's sweet."

He looked at me with raised brows, "You like her?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

He smiled, "My last girlfriend, Donna, would get angry when women gave me a bit of attention, even when it's just a smile."

"How long were you together for?" I inquired.

"Only two months."

I chuckled and nodded, "Makes perfect sense." I looked at him and smile. "I don't need to be jealous. I know you're not the type."

"Type?" he asked, intrigued.

I smiled saying, "You're a one-woman type of man. You're not the type who'd be sitting with a girl and then flirt with the beautiful waiter when she comes to serve. You're different." My words faded as I stared into his mesmerising blue eye. I ran my tongue over lips then came out of my reverie. "And knowing your mother, she would have never allowed you to become a womaniser. She'd probably have a fit if she knew you were going around breaking hearts. She's too much of a darling. She grew you better."

"She did, but I still managed to break a few hearts."

"Really?" I moved closer to him, so I could hear him clearly, cause obviously, I misheard "You broke hearts?"

"A few." he leaned towards me then confessed, "When I break up with my ex-girlfriends they always say I'm breaking their heart, but I really think they were just sad that they didn't land themselves on a wealthy man."

"How did you know they were after your money?" Does he think that all women are after his money? Does he think I'm after his money? I cut the thought from my mind; of course, he knows I don't want his money. "Maybe they truly loved you."

He starred at me and smile, "No, it wasn't about the money."

"How do you know?" I asked curiously.

"Well, for one. They would like everything I did was great, praise me. I hate it, and when they spoke about themselves, it was always what they have or what they wanted. Never their personality."

"You told me once that you were serious about relationships, if so, why did you date so many golddiggers?"

He smiled, "They didn't all start as golddiggers, but eventually they wanted more."