Let's pretend (book 1)

Chapter 20: We have a daughter

This chapter is dedicated to K-rianne for being so amazing ♥️

Elise Collins POV

"Beautiful girl, who's baby is it?"

"Yours" I said in a whisper not sure he heard it.

"You were running from me... you knew you were pregnant and you just disappeared"

He spoke in a soft voice and slowly turned to look at me "Are you fucking kidding me Elise? I have a daughter and I don't fucking know?" his voice was higher and his tone was harsh.

"Language young boy!" I heard my mama say sternly "Now are you two seriously going to fight here in front of my porch? I'm sorry but no, I can't allow that. I don't need my neighbors to know my daughter is hiding from her fake boyfriend who impregnated her. And you, Zachary Hunter Walton, you better behave and watch your temper or I'll give your mama a call"

Zach and I both looked at her as if she had grown a second head. What the hell was going on with my mother? I had never heard her speak like that, all threatening and menacing. She was cute though. I hid my smile as she pointed to the house.

"Get in. You'll both sit down and talk as grownups. Not as kids who made a stupid decision on pretending to the whole world they were in love. I'm going to take this baby girl to her bedroom so she can sleep peacefully. So you better not raise your voices." She was getting inside when she paused and turned to look at Zach. She seemed hesitant a little but then sighed.

"Zachary, when you two finish your conversation and you are ready to meet this little angel, you can go up to her room. But you need to leave all that anger behind her door. I don't want bad energy around her."

With that said she walked inside and showed him the living room. I stayed outside for a few minutes but it actually felt like hours. I always knew this moment would come. This moment, when my little secret would be discovered. And I wanted to avoid it at all cost knowing the damage it would cause, so I had decided I would contact Zach in about seven months and tell him everything. By then our daughter would be a year old. I just never imagined how it would happen and what exactly I would say. I've never given it many thoughts thinking I had a lot of time ahead of me before I had to tell him. Thinking I'll let him know when the right moment came. But I was so wrong.

We never have enough time ahead of us, and if we sit around waiting for the perfect moment, we'll wait forever. There isn't a perfect moment, not always. So we need to create it.

Now I didn't even have the chance to create my perfect moment. I was caught red handed like a thief stealing some artifact at a museum. I sighed running a hand through my hair and glaring at the house as if it would disappear and I wouldn't have to face a very angry Zachary.

Saying he was angry was an understatement. Earlier, I swear I would have melt under his killer gaze, and I was glad my mother was there to calm him down a little. I took in a deep breath and released it as I got to the door. I had to go inside, now or later. Today or tomorrow, I was bound to face him. I wasn't ready to do it, but I just wanted to get over with it. I watched him from the door as he paced our living room back and forth. The room was spacious but he was so big and muscular that it seemed smaller. I approached him slowly as if I was approaching a lion that was let out of his cage and hadn't been fed for days. I was so scared that once I was at a fair distance from him I supported myself on my mother's grey sofa, waiting him to acknowledge my presence. He did but didn't say anything. Instead, he glared at me so hard that I felt my knees would give in. I held the back of the sofa and stayed rooted pretending to be strong and in control when I was actually having battles going on inside my head.