A ROYAL SURPRISE

🎀Chapter 6🎀

"We accept the love we think we deserve"
- Stephen Chbosky

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I know I said I wanted fries. But it seems as of now, I want something else. Standing up at the tower not far from my apartment, looking down, it seems as though if I jump, everything would be fine. No one would bother that much. No one would worry about me. Heck no one will even care.

I know that I made a promise to myself to get it back together, but it's easier said than done. And life is so much easier this way.

But of course I won't jump.

"I'M SO SICK OF EVERYTHING"

But I can scream into the night, and feel some relief and some weight get off my chest.

"Hey ma'am what are you doing?" A voice asks in a horror, gripping my elbow and taking me away from the edge of the tower.

I raise my head and look at the figure, and I can't help but be amazed. He's handsome. He's beautiful.

"You don't have to resort to this" he says, his voice soft, his grey eyes wide, pleading with me to not succumb to this feeling.

"You have it all wrong. I wasn't going to jump, I just wanted to scream and let some frustration out"

"I hope that's only it. Because you can't allow life to win the battle and leave you dry"

"Is it that easy?" I ask quitely, turning to face the bright city lights of New York.

"What do you mean?" He asks, coming to stand beside me, as though keeping me under his watch.

"Do you think it's that easy to push through?"

"Is never easy, but you have to at least try. You have to find motivation behind something and try" he says and I nod, tucking a strand of hair that escaped from my bun behind my ear.

"I'm Eufy-Loviette"

"That's one extraordinary and unique name" he says, ignoring the fact that the next thing he was suppose to do was to tell me his name as well.

"Thank you. And thank you for coming up here, but you really didn't have to. I admit it felt like the easiest way out, but I really wasn't going to jump"

"Okay. I'll get going now. I'm glad I was able to help" he says and I nod, watching him leave.

Every thought of having fries has disappeared, leaving me only to wonder who this man is.

I decide to go baby shopping to clear my thoughts even though the baby is not even a month old. Doing this would also allow me to generate some kind of affection for the child growing inside of me.

Looking at the tiny clothes and shoes and socks, I come to realise that very soon, I would have to make space in my wardrobe too, so that I can also place these clothes in there. The laundry would start smelling like baby vomit until I wash all the clothes.

Sigh.

It's not going to be easy, but at least I'm willing to try.

Exhausted after two hours, my stomach growls and I do decide it's time for those fries.

I head into Burger King, choosing a booth and placing my stuff down before deciding to walk over to the counter to order my own food.

"Welcome to Burger King. What would you like to have?" The guy at the counter asks, not showing his face. He seems to be doing something down there.

Smooth voice I must say

"I just want fries" I say in a whiny tone

He chuckles before replying, "Rough day?" he asks

"You have totally no idea. My mom is a total bitch. I mean you want nothing to do with me because I'm pregnant. We get that. But you don't go blabbing my business to the Wicked Witch of the West side aka my sister. Wish she wasn't my sister though. I mean that is a low blow. Isn't it?" I rant.

Shit. I just blabbed my business to a total stranger whose face I haven't even seen yet.

"Kinda. I guess" he says, revealing his face.

Okay maybe I spoke too soon.

Two words: Hot Damn!

And even after meeting him a few hours ago, my reaction is the same.
Man is he handsome. Nope. Wrong description. He's gorgeous.

I decide to snap out of it.

"You work here?" I ask him, a small smile tugging on my lips

"Yes. Two meetings in one day huh?" He asks with a small chuckle

"I bet our horoscopes are tied together" I joke, even though I don't believe in horoscopes.

He simply nods and I take it he doesn't know what to say.

"Umm... just fries or something else?" He asks when he catches me staring. Well shit

"And a- a smoothie" I say, clearing my throat to stop me from stuttering

"Coming right up" he says with a smile.

Okay guys. Tell my mum she should get my coffin even if she doesn't like me. Cause. I. Just. Died.

Whose teeth can be so white?

He's not human. That's the only conclusion

"Here you go." He says, serving me my food. My eyes stay glued to his lips while he talks, so pink and soft and kissable.

Ah! Get a grip on it Eufy. You aren't kissing anyone. I clear my throat again, taking my meal that was brought to him from the inside kitchen and take a seat by the window, moaning as I gobble my fries and smoothie. I'm definitely coming here again!

Done with my meal, I leave back a tip on the table, glancing at Mr. Hot but I don't know his name, who's busily serving other customers, but raises his head to smile and send a wave my way when he sees me leaving. My heart feels light at the gesture, and I do same, passing him one more smile, before exiting the restaurant. 

I make it home not long afterwards, and slip into the shower, too tired to arrange the stuff I brought back with me from town.