Baby Daddy

Chapter 3

This cannot be happening. I was not ready for it. Hell, I’ve been avoiding this for the past 3 months. I was beyond shocked, my face a petrified mask, Harry’s eyes still glued in my stomach, unmoving. I honestly did not know what to do, breaking the moment meant explanations, and explanations meant words and apologies and possibly a lot of anger. And I was just simply not ready for it.

But then within a span of 2 seconds, things shifted. His eyes travelled from my stomach to my eyes, and between that moment when his eyes connected with mine I was hit with an outrageous amount of emotions that were somehow surprised, shocked, guilty, upset, angry…you name it. And me being Elizabeth, I did what I knew best. I ran. I ran because I was a coward and I didn’t know how to deal with this situation. I might be having a baby in the way but I was still a kid, and I was freaking terrified.

As I burst the exit doors opened, being welcomed with the cold night breeze, I was too busy wiping the non-stopping wetness flowing from my cheeks to hear the footsteps following right after me.

“Elizabeth?” it was his voice. That deep, raspy voice that made my heart flutter that very special night.  I turned around slowly to face him.

“Yes?” my voice trembled. What do you say in this situation? Hey yeah, I’ve been pregnant with your kid all along but I was too afraid to tell you, congratulations you’ll be a daddy. It would be comical if not tragic.

“You…why didn’t you…is that my baby Elizabeth?”  He stuttered.

Suddenly I felt completely at loss for words. I could pick right now, with a simple yes or no, what I wanted my life to be like. I could easily lie to him and tell him I’ve been with someone else, I could let him off the hook and continue with my life like none of this ever happened.  Or I could be honest, tell the truth, but involve myself in something completely unknown and somehow scary.

I had made my choice.

“Yes.” I answered simply.

Jane was right, this was his baby too, and whether that would change my life or not, it wasn’t fair to him or to my unborn child. His eyes grew extremely soft for a couple of seconds before it turned to complete and utter anger and somehow, betrayal.

“Were you ever planning on telling me? Or were you just planning on letting me live my entire life without knowing I had a child somewhere across the ocean? I can’t believe you’d do this. At first I thought you hadn’t made contact because you simply didn’t want to be involved with me again, but to hide about this? How could you?” he spat at me.

“You can get angry with me all you want, I get it, I made a huge mistake, and I should have told you sooner. But what the hell was I supposed to do? Have you stopped to think how hard this is on me? I wasn’t meant to be that cliché and stupid girl to have a one night stand with someone I barely knew and end up pregnant with his baby. I had dreams and expectations for my life, it’s been hard enough as it is, how was I supposed to just give you a call and tell you I’m pregnant, knowing that you had moved on and probably didn’t even know my name anymore? I was humiliated enough already” I felt the tears tickling my cheeks as my revelations were leaving my lips.

“What type of guy do you think I’m Liz? Do you think so low of me to believe that I wouldn’t care if you had called me to tell me you’re carrying my baby? You think I’d just leave you to deal with something I was part in? I could have helped you; I could have made sure you didn’t go through so much by yourself.” He spluttered.

“Just…look at you harry. You’re some big celebrity; I was just an ordinary girl from Los Angeles you slept with once upon a time. I just thought it would be better for all of us. I was giving you a green card, I was giving you the opportunity to live your life without having to deal with the effect of a baby in your life and your career, Imagine all of this in the media and your family?” his lips parted slightly and suddenly I could see a tear escaping from his eye. He was crying.