Thursday afternoon found Kiersey in the teacher's cafeteria sipping on a freezing milkshake when the message came in.She had sent that message two days ago and had pretty much forgotten about it, so seeing a follow-up message pop up on her notification bar out of nowhere had surprised her.A message from the_marigna_fry_official: Kiersey? My Kiersey??? OMG, HI!!!!!Almost choking on her milkshake, she excused herself from the table of five and the current discussion to find an empty seat. Her pulse had gone into a mad orbit in the time it took her to relocate. Her nerves were alive with bubbles of apprehension and part-excitement.kiey_west: Yeah, it's me! I so didn't expect to get a reply. How have you been??Her thumb hovered above the send button. She stared at what she had typed and quirked her lips. It sounded a bit cheesy. What else could she say that didn't? Wouldn't it be tacky too if she went and sounded too formal? They hadn't been in contact for years, after all, so a lot
"You nosy buttinsky!"Kiersey looked up from where she was flipping pancakes to see that Autumn had Peyton in a loose headlock and both girls were giggling nonstop."Shut up, you shrew. I knew you liked him!" Peyton exclaimed, still stuffed with giggles. "Let go of me, lover girl," she croaked further."Gimme my phone first," Autumn insisted. "And shut up, I don't even like him like that." The girl tried to frown and look serious, but the giggles still burst through.Kiersey smiled as she dropped the done pancakes into the dish bowl and poured more batter into the pan. "Okay, who likes who?" she asked.Peyton broke free of her friend's grasp with one strong thrust, almost getting a head rush. "Autumn likes Quentin!"Kiersey frowned as she mixed more batter. "Do I know who that is?""No," said Autumn, at the same time snatching the phone from her friend's hand and catching her completely off guard."Hey!" Peyton made no move to reclaim it. "I already saw it anyways. You soo like him."
Baby's DaddyCopyright © 2020—2021 by InamorataFeelsAll rights reserved.This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Except as permitted by the author, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.Blurb:Kiersey had her life going great for her, in fact, it was supposed to have been getting better. After two unsuccessful artificial inseminations, she and her high-handed husband were finally going to have a baby.But then a mix-up at the clinic p
Kiersey Lips tucked her hands into the hollow of her thighs to hide the slight tremor rippling through her skin. Her normally radiant face was pinched tight with worry as she waited for the clinic workers to see them.Rocco, her stout husband shifted uncomfortably on the plush leather reception seats beside her. "You'd think they'd answer us immediately after making all that racket about an emergency over the phone," he said in a barely concealed voice. Rocco had patience the span of a fireworks's lifecycle. He glanced at his wife and frowned. "Kiersey, stop fidgeting."Obediently, Kiersey removed her hands from between her thighs and bunched them into fists beside her to calm the involuntary shaking. She raised her head to give Rocco a slight smile. He still had his annoyed frown on his face and she wished they would be called in sooner. It wasn't a good thing for Rocco to be annoyed for a long stretch of time. Especia
Rocco burst into laughter. The audience in the room were confused at his reaction and cast worried glances among themselves.Kiersey didn't even notice her husband's reaction. It was like a loud bell had gone off in her skull at the news, it brought agony and pain and blocked out every other sound in the room. Her mouth dropped open like a parched fish and she looked down at the little bump of her stomach."No." That single, monosyllabic word carried so much pain and horror in it, it captivated the attention of every other person in the room. Rocco even stopped laughing to cast her a worried glance."You've got to be joking," Rocco said, glaring from one hospital staff to another.The woman in pink shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Dr Lips—""Oh, please, save it." Rocco pushed up from his chair, filling the room with the sound of wood scraping against tiles. "How coul
"And that's it for today, class. You can start your assignments while you wait for the bell." Kiersey dropped the marker and walked out of the classroom.Two girls appeared at her sides as she stepped into the hallway. One was a leggy white girl with chocolate wine hair and black eyes. She might only be sixteen and a sophomore, but she had the reasoning of an adult ten years older. She was Kiersey's favourite student in the eleventh grade Economics class.The other one was shorter and curvier and had hair of a lighter shade of red. A black American girl with the mirthand lively bubble of a Santa. She was also on the list of Kiersey's favourite students."Are you okay, Mrs Lips?" The leggy girl asked, placing a hand on her arm."Yeah, yeah, I'm good, Peyton." She produced a smile to dispel their worries."You seemed a little off in class this afternoon," the other
Kiersey.I'm writing to let you know that I've left. I've had enough time to think this over and I've decided I can't do this. I can't stomach the idea of fathering another person's child. I'm not going to raise a bastard. And why should I wait for us to have another baby when I could easily have one just as soon?I'm going back to Sienna. She came back to me in January, just so you know. I turned her away, but now that your baby isn't mine, oh well . . .I would probably have waited for you to be back from work but Sienna is impatient, we're flying out in a few minutes. Besides, knowing you, your crying theatrics would only make me more late.Oh, and, I left your copy of the divorce papers on the dining table. Sign them and mail to the address on the form.Don't look for me, Kiersey. I'm never coming back.Best of luck,Rocco Lips.Hot tears casca
Kiersey rummaged through her clutch purse and finally came up with the Vix inhaler. She dabbed the little container of liquid on her little handkerchief and plugged a deep breath down her nostrils. The fresh heady mint smell filled her head and lungs, filtering out every other smell.Kiersey found herself smiling like an addict inhaling drugs as she pulled in the next minty fresh breath.Her nausea had started up again just this morning and after she'd thrown up her pancakes breakfast outside the hospital today, a pregnant stranger had advised her to get a Vix inhaler.God bless that woman.Tucking the Vix and the handkerchief back into her purse, she sat straighter and breathed in minted air. A redhead teenage girl and her mother came to seat beside her and she nodded her head in greeting. The two looked distraught and Kiersey wondered what could have brought them to this part of the h
"You nosy buttinsky!"Kiersey looked up from where she was flipping pancakes to see that Autumn had Peyton in a loose headlock and both girls were giggling nonstop."Shut up, you shrew. I knew you liked him!" Peyton exclaimed, still stuffed with giggles. "Let go of me, lover girl," she croaked further."Gimme my phone first," Autumn insisted. "And shut up, I don't even like him like that." The girl tried to frown and look serious, but the giggles still burst through.Kiersey smiled as she dropped the done pancakes into the dish bowl and poured more batter into the pan. "Okay, who likes who?" she asked.Peyton broke free of her friend's grasp with one strong thrust, almost getting a head rush. "Autumn likes Quentin!"Kiersey frowned as she mixed more batter. "Do I know who that is?""No," said Autumn, at the same time snatching the phone from her friend's hand and catching her completely off guard."Hey!" Peyton made no move to reclaim it. "I already saw it anyways. You soo like him."
Thursday afternoon found Kiersey in the teacher's cafeteria sipping on a freezing milkshake when the message came in.She had sent that message two days ago and had pretty much forgotten about it, so seeing a follow-up message pop up on her notification bar out of nowhere had surprised her.A message from the_marigna_fry_official: Kiersey? My Kiersey??? OMG, HI!!!!!Almost choking on her milkshake, she excused herself from the table of five and the current discussion to find an empty seat. Her pulse had gone into a mad orbit in the time it took her to relocate. Her nerves were alive with bubbles of apprehension and part-excitement.kiey_west: Yeah, it's me! I so didn't expect to get a reply. How have you been??Her thumb hovered above the send button. She stared at what she had typed and quirked her lips. It sounded a bit cheesy. What else could she say that didn't? Wouldn't it be tacky too if she went and sounded too formal? They hadn't been in contact for years, after all, so a lot
Mrs Hard was a gaunt, bespectacled woman in her late thirties, blue-streaked brown hair twisted in a tight ballet knot in the middle of her head.The sonogramist cum doctor showed her to one of those lie-back exam tables that always felt like a cushion of heaven. Then she set up the array of computers ahead of them and plugged something into the wall."You said in the form you didn't want to know your baby's gender yet," the woman stated after a long scrutiny of the thin brown file in her hands."Yeah," Kiersey confirmed with a smile and a nervous chuckle. "That's kinda old-fashioned, right?"The woman chuckled back but didn't say anything, instead, she stood up from the stool beside the comfortable chair and went to slip on gloves."I understand this is your first time," Doctor Hard said. "Why did you opt for a clinic though, and not the hospital you initially registered with?"Kiersey's brows furrowed. The question took her mind back to the damned mix-up the government hospital had
It was a week later and Kiersey was in the waiting room of the sonographer, waiting to be called up for her first..She was supposed to have done this for the first time last week but it had been postponed due to one medical situatuon at the clinic or the other. She wasn't too sure. The merry-as-a-cricket secretary that had spoken to her over the phone had said it was something to do with the clinic or was it the sonographer? And could they schedule her for next week Tuesday?She tried to feel comfortable in the plush tangerine leather three-seaters in the reception. There were three short rows of the seats to the right of the reception room, an elevated receptionist's desk occupied the left side of the room opposite them and the professional's door stood at the end of the room on that side.The young couple in front of her tittered again and she looked up from her phone. The twosome spotted bottle-red hair and looked to be about twenty one. Twenty three tops. There bright heads were
Kiersey muttered a groan as the car merged into the light road traffic and clicked the button to do up her window. She had forgotten about the rain for a moment there. Although it was significantly light, but being exposed to it for long would soak you up all the same.She decided to put away any thoughts for Rocco at the moment. Whatever his problem was, she was sure he could take care of it.She thought about picking up her phone to call Kizza and letting her know how the divorce mediation had gone but decided to put it off for later. Once she was done for the day at work, she would go soak in a much-needed bath and call. And maybe she'd call Kevyn too. He didn't know when her divorce was being finalized but he'd be worried sick anyway. And maybe Ryan too.She smiled absently as a thought sunk in. Before, Kevyn might have been the only person she'd have had to phone. In the quest for her baby's daddy, she had made a couple of friends that she never would have met otherwise.Before a
The meeting didn't take as long as Kiersey had been expecting it to and within an hour, the attorney was on her closing speech.It wasn't as if she and Rocco had had much to discuss or settle anyway, she thought, shifting in her seat and glancing at the said guy opposite her on the other side desk. Rocco happened to look up at the same time but was quick to look away when their gazes caught.She scoffed and looked elsewhere. This mediation couldn't be over soon enough.From what she had found out from people before arriving, she had been made to believe they'll still be here when school closing hours were over, but, thankfully, she and her ex-husband had no ongoing feud to settle or no shared responsibility to come to an agreement with, like kids.It had been a bit awkward, though, when the counsellor had started to talk about alimony and other arrangements for her unborn child. Explaining to the lethargic woman how the baby wasn't his and how, yes, it had been conceived during their
The first rain of the year started that day. Kiersey had known it was going to rain when she had woken up to a chilly wind, and when the sky had remained moody and dark at way past seven on her way to work, she had been instantly glad she had given in to that urge to take an overcoat with her.By the time it was the second period the rain was beating down hard on the earth and sobbing heavily against the glass windows of the private school.She had only five students in her Economics class for class 12 B, so the mood in the class was light, contrary to the rain.She rounded up on her topic on International Economic Organisation twenty minutes before the end of the double period and she permitted the students to be free till the end of the class.In the free time, she messaged the housing agent whose contact had been given to her by Kizza. She had told the woman about having to start looking for a house yesterday night and she had produced the number of a housing agent instantly.Kizz
After the encounter with Aithan Reeves, the rest of her evening was uneventful till her flight. She ordered a light room service then showered and packed her stuff to leave for the airport.Her trip hadn't turned out like she had been hoping, but it hadn't been a total waste either. She had met a friend and discovered new places.Still, it all paled in comparison to finding out what she really came here for. A vague tattoo and a rampant affinity for booze, and wasn't Stevenson a common surname?Things definitely weren't looking up from her own point of view. To say she had a glimmer of hope of finding the sperm donor would be lying to herself.But life moved on and she also had to. Intra-uterine testing was definitely out of the question as she wouldn't dare jeopardise her baby's safety just for the sake of it. The only option left now, whether she liked it or not, was to wait till she gave had the baby. A large percentage of the population were carriers of some defects or disease, u
The trip around took place for the whole of four hours plus. Ryan took her to The Getty Centre, where they had a lot of fun and bonding time exploring the museum to their hearts' contents. They talked about a lot of things; how he got his nickname Stacks from work, her line of work and other things.While they explored the natural park, he filled her in on some aspects of his life. About his time as an orderly at Springfield Memorial Hospital, about his neighbours at the trailer park, laughing very hard when Kiersey updated him about the newest addition to the park.Then they took an hour-long drive to Disneyland. Kiersey couldn't take most of the rides because of her pregnancy, but they had a lot of fun walking around and sightseeing. They also took lots of pictures and bought souvenirs. At one point, they even got mistaken for a couple and congratulated on their first child. The two spent the rest of the time laughing it off.Their last stop was an open terrace restaurant back in