One Night Stand (3)

What is your name?

Crystal pov

     A week after I found out I was pregnant, Rachel found out and grilled me with a thousand questions. "Who? How? Are you gonna keep it?"

     "It doesn't matter who or where. I plan on keeping it and raising it myself." I couldn't blame the baby for my stupidity. Or punish him or her for the mistakes of its parents.

     "Crystal. Come on. You know raising a baby is hard. Not to mention costing a lot of money. You should at least tell the guy so he can help out."

     "I can't. I have no idea who he is."

     "Ok. I know I told you to get back out there but not so many at once. And maybe a little protection."

     "Geez, Rachel. You know me. It was only one guy. One night. I'm not a tramp. I just didn't think about protection. We didn't really have much time to discuss it."

     "So one wild night. Wow! How could you hold out on me?"

     "You know I don't kiss and tell but it was amazing. And oh so hot. We barely made it into his apartment before he nailed me standing up right inside the door."

     "I am so jealous. I want some steamy hot sex like that."

     "Yeah, but look where that got me."

     "True so why can't you tell him? I can go with you so he doesn't attack you at the door." She giggled.

     "That's not the problem. We never exactly exchanged information like numbers or names." I said sheepishly.

     "You don't know his name?"

     "No. I didn't tell him mine either. I know. Stupid. I just figured I would never see him again."

     "Wow. Well you went to his place, right? Just show up at his door."

     "I don't really remember where he lives. It was dark, I was pretty tipsy, and I wasn't really watching the scenery. I was looking at him."

     "Maybe I can help you figure it out.  Any characteristics you can think of?"

     "Well." I thought. "There was a doorman and it was at least a ten story building."

     "That's not a lot to go on but let me see what I come up with."

     About a week later she had it narrowed down to ten buildings. She came over and each one we looked up the list of employees. There were pictures so we looked to see if I recognized anyone. On the second to last one I finally spotted the doorman. He had very kind eyes and his name was Walter. So now I had a building. Maybe Walter would fill in the rest. I decided to go on Friday night after work. What was I gonna say.  Hey remember me. I'm carrying your kid congrats. I should probably work on a better approach.

     On Friday morning I had the TV on and it was playing some music videos. I was dancing along as I got ready for work. One in particular caught my ear. I stopped to watch and almost had a heart attack. Right there, on the TV screen was Mr. Fancy Dance Moves himself. I just stared with unbelief. He was a famous singer. In a group but still. He even had a dance solo in this video and it was hot. No wonder he had the dance moves. It was what he did professionally.

     I looked up the group online and found out his name is Jimin. So now I had a name with the face and hopefully the right building. He had a right to at least know he was going to have a kid. This also explains the nice car and the doorman at the apartment building. This may be harder than I thought.