7

7

"I'm not going. That's final." I say.

"Oh come on Miranda. Don't be such a baby! Maybe fate has led you back to him."

I roll my eyes at no one, "Well fate is definitely wrong about this."

"No. It's not." She argues.

I arched an eyebrow at Vivian who was busy looking for my outfit to wear tonight. "Really. After seven years? And why on earth would that be?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's time you need to tell him the truth? That he got you pregnant? That he's the father to Ben?"

"Shhh, Ben might hear you." I shushed right away.

She sighs. "Miranda, I'm your friend for better or for worst."

I know where this conversation is going.

She continues, “But what and why are you so afraid?”

I didn’t answer.

“Ben needs a dad." She states and emphasizes on the second word. I know that. "He needs a father's love. And I'm not saying you can't give it to him but it's different when a man is around." She adds.

"Okay I know that Vivian.” I stare on my hand trying to look for the words to say. “I