The Assistant

CHAPTER 19: Fate......?!?

《BELLE》

         Thanks to my morning sickness, I have gone from working an 8 hour shift to a six hour shift as I had to start coming in two hours after we opened.

          It does help that I am working for my dad, even though he has repeatedly told me I'm not working for him, more like helping him out and getting paid to do it.

         My sister finally accepted my parents help and is going to both therapy and anger management. Which I really do hope that it works out for her.

        The baby has been kicking inside of me and just last week, I found out it was going to be a boy.

        My mom had gone with me to the appointment and even though I haven't had my baby shower, seeing as to how I'm only a few months pregnant, but after I told my dad, both him and my mom have done nothing but shop as if he was going to be born tomorrow. They were even nice enough to turn Monica's old room into the nursery which happens to be right next to my room.

        I still haven't decided what I wanted to do exactly as far as career wise or where to look yet. However, I am kind of focused more on working at my dad's business for now to save up more money, as well as keep occupied and then getting ready for my son.

        Today was a busy day at the store and I was helping move (the lighter things), as well as taking a look at the website my dad had created for his online store and I had found a few things that needed to be edited and fixed. So I walked out of the back from his office and hadn't realized that it was close to closing time until I saw my dad send off all the employees and started locking the door.

          "Oh wow, I hadn't realized I was back there that long." I chuckled a little bit.

          "Yes. But that's okay. You were working really hard. Which I appreciate you doing that for me. I'm not too good at all that website online stuff." He smiles.

           "Actually, you haven't done too bad. There are just a few things that need to be edited and fixed but, I can do all of that and have it all done by Monday." I assured him.

          "Thank you Pumpkin." He smiles.

          "You're welcome dad." I replied.

          We both then grabbed our jackets, I grabbed my purse also and then headed home.

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           Since it was the weekend, my dad decided to grill as he always does and this time, my sister wouldn't be joining us. So it would just be the three of us. Which was nice for a change.

           Both my mom and I were in the kitchen, finishing up a couple of the side dishes when my dad had called out for me to come out and help him really quick.

            So I left and as soon as I walked outside on the back patio, I stopped as I looked at my dad and the man standing next to him.

           I was frozen, couldn't move at all. As well as I could feel my heart drop down to the bottom of my stomach.

           It was James. What was he doing here? Do I want him here? Does he know I'm pregnant? No, of course not dummy, you never told him.

          I notice he is standing beside my dad and right as my dad turns off the grill and puts the last of the brats hot dogs onto the platter and wraps them up in foil, he then excuses himself and begins walking inside the house.

         "Just hear him out Pumpkin." My dad quietly tells me as he passes by me and then closes the sliding glass door behind him.

         I should have known this was my parents doing.

         James is still standing in the same spot, looking at me hesitantly and a little bit nervous. 

        So I begin slowly walking towards him and he begins walking as well towards me until we both stop and meet in the middle.

        "Hey." He says.

        "Hi." I reply.

        "Can we talk? Please?" He asks with pleading eyes.

        "Sure." I reply. Though I'm not sure in why I'm agreeing to to do this since he did fire me and all.

         We went to take a seat across from each other at the small round table that my mom and I usually would sit at and drink some tea and talk.

        He took in a deep breath and let it out before speaking.

        "How are you?" He asks.

        "I'm okay. You?" I asked in return.

        "Terrible, to be honest." He says.

        "Why's that?" I asked. Curious as to why he would be.

         "For many reasons. First of all, for believing instead of questioning the email I supposedly got from you, talking about you quitting...." I stop him there for a minute.

          "What email?..." I began to say, confused, before he stopped me.

          "Your dad explained it all to me. That it was your sister who sent me the email. As well as the email that she made look like I sent to you stating how I was letting you go." He says. "I never questioned it before, but it made sense after your dad explained it to me recently. And I know also that that doesn't excuse the things I said to you before I left. Then not calling or contacting you. I guess I was just still hurt and upset." He says.

         "I'm sorry too of what I did and I should have told you. I never should have let Rob threaten me and should have told not just you but my dad as well what he was  doing. And as my sister, she finally is getting help, but I had no idea that she had done all that." I tell him.

          "Now, I know we have been through some shit recently, but I want to give us another try." He tells me.

          "I don't know." I tell him. "I don't think we're compatible. We make a good team, business wise, but personally, I'm not so sure. Besides, you are James Wimbleton. You are known by many titles people have given you and with me, those titles will change and may become worse. Your reputation and yours and your dad's company's reputation might be at stake." I tell him. Though I was getting a little choked up, not really believing myself exactly what all I was saying to him.

           "I don't care about my reputation to people or to my company. I do care, however, about you, me and our kid." He tells me with worrisome eyes.

           "How did you....." I then stop myself and suddenly realized, my dad told him.

            "Your dad told me." He smiled.

            "Of course he did." I tell him. "But if that's the reason you want to be with me, it will never work, James. Couples that stay together just for the kids, they never last and it isn't good for the kids either." I start to tell him.

            "Belle." He starts to say while leaning forward and taking one of my hands with his and we lock eyes with one another as he continues. "I love you. I always have since the first day you came in for your interview and accidentally spilled your water on your blouse. I love you and want to be with you and I want to spend the rest of our lives proving to you how true that is. Please. I want us to be a family. Please give us-me, another chance." He corrects himself.

           I sit there, looking down at his hand on top of mine. Then I slowly begin to start holding his hand in return as I look up at him and smile. To which he begins to smile as well.

            "Okay." I reply.

            He then smiles and stands up, gets down on both of his knees, places his hand on the side of my face and kisses me on the lips and then moves one of his hands onto my stomach, rubs it a little bit before bending down more and kissing it. Then he places the side of his head onto my stomach as I begin to gently caress his hair a little bit.

Next chapter will be posted soon! :)