Baby Daddy

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

Randall’s POV

How cool would it be to orchestrate a jailbreak?

That's one of the first things that pops into my head, a wicked smile etched on my lips, whenever I agonize myself with these sessions. Fiona thinks it’s what I need. Celia agrees with her.

It’s not that I think I'm too good for them. I just hate empathizing with other alcoholics who have much bigger problems than I do.

At 17:30pm, ten to twelve adults gather around in a circle and share their misery.

They always tell us that the first step to recovery is acceptance. However, with acceptance comes a mountain of shame, but here goes nothing. . .

‘I’m Randall Michaelson, thirty-six and I'm an alcoholic.’

I’ve always thought that I'd have it all done by thirty. Thirty-three being an exception.

-beautiful wife, two story house with five bedrooms. Perhaps something out of bel-air. Add in two little kids to run around the yard for a start.

I also thought I'd be the majority shareholder and CEO of Michaelson Gold Oil by now.  I laugh, hands clasped and elbows on my knees as I bow my head. It’s quite funny if you think about it.

I mean, everyone who is anyone said that I would succeed michael. That i would be the best choice of all three brothers.

So I acted the part; changed the way I walked and talked. I wore a suit and tie every damned day I stepped into that building.I even studied engineering and business for christ sake.

And yet, here I am, flustered by the woman I gave my heart to.
My eyebrow suddenly feels itchy, body practically drenched with sweat.

Guess it's true what they say; only fools fall in love.

And I fell for Fiona, right after two encounters about seven years ago.

October 1st was our first encounter. It may not be the clearest memory but how could I forget the girl who threw up on my shirt right in the middle of a music festival. She had a bright, glittered pink sash with ‘happy birthday’ written in bold black letters.

“Oh, i’m so sorry.” she exclaimed right after. Smearing my shirt with the hand she’d tried to hold the puke at bay with. Her eyes were glossy, dark and large. She looked like she was going to cry.

But she surprised the hell out of me and started laughing instead, face red as a beet with tears falling down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry.” she cried in her white dress. “Let me make it up to you.”

I kept my lips pressed in a thin line, scrunching my nose whenever the stench of puke hit my nostrils and shook my head, putting a little distance between us.

“It’s okay,” I said, my lips quivering as I tried to smile at her. “I’ll take care of it.”

Neither roman or reilly could stand two feet close to me the rest of the night. They even took an uber home despite driving together here.

It must’ve been God's great plan to get us together because we met just about a week later. Turns out she majored in petroleum engineering and scored herself an internship.

A smart woman, I thought.

Not a month later, I asked her out. We had Thanksgiving together as well as Christmas with the families. We were practically inseparable. It felt as though I'd met my dream girl and I was more than ready to put a ring on it.

Of course, not many people were happy with the way things were going. But we did it anyway.

A year later, we got pregnant. We were ecstatic.

The weird and painful thing about AA meetings is that no one has the courage to stop you when things get too tough to express. Or when the words just don’t seem to come out right.

Not a single soul tells you that ‘you don’t have to talk about it’ even though you have to.

Instead you have the hefty curiosity and boredom in their dark eyes just piercing you.

I gulp, and take a deep breath. You’d think all women are the same, but thinking back to it. . .the miscarriage hit Fiona diferently compared to Kira.

The woman i once fell in love with turned into a completely different person and stomped on my dreams, worming her way between my fucking family.

Fiona often says the same things.

“I love you Randal.” and my favorite lie; “This is all for you, for us Randal.”

When in truth - I sigh- she’s just quenching her greed and filling the space our unborn child left.

Perhaps this is what a part of me liked most about Kira. She acted almost selflessly after that night at the hospital. Saying that she’ll lie for me while wanting to relish in the idea of still being pregnant.

I could see it in her eyes sometimes. The piece she lost when her baby died. The sanity she buried trying to keep up with my family.

I don't know whether Fiona and I drew her away or perhaps Reilly's unstable hands. Ahhh, maybe it was the guilt of sleeping with her sister’s boyfriends.

I wonder if Fiona feels any sort of remorse when she so much as kisses Michael just like Kira shakes whenever she’s in the same room with Maddie and Reilly. But then again, Fiona is not the same person I fell in love with.

I hope she’s okay though. . .Kira.

“Do you think you’re ready to go back now?” the counselor asks. She has her legs crossed at the knee. Back straight as she inclines to the side. The mini bob does no justice to her saggy porcelain skin.

Pursing my lips, I sit upright, stretch a leg and shrug. “Maybe.”

Maybe not.

But every addiction has root. I ust have to get back out there and pull it out by the hair.

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I can't escape my shadow

Hello 👋 long time no see me.

I'm sorry for being soooo absent. Imagine, I literally had to read some chapters just to clarify name spellings and stuff. I'm not rewriting this book. I am going to complete.

I'm thinking of ending at 35 chapters ...or 38...not sure yet but my mind is set on 35 and we will be on Randall's POV until further notice.

Hope you liked the chapter. I honestly cannot write anything without dialogue. Even though I suck at it. A chapter without dialogue, for me, just feels dry.

Anyway, thank you for reading, voting and commenting. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.