I'm with his child

She was so eager to see him after finally hearing the news she had waited so long to hear from the doctor. She walked ahead the moment the door was opened by Doctor Stewart.

   “There he is.” He pointed at the tall man standing near the window.

Gwendolyn looked over, she was surprised to see him standing on his two feet. A few days ago when she asked about him, she was told he hadn't regained consciousness. Already she had given up on him, she thought he would never wake up after spending three months in a coma ever since she rescued him.

 She skipped a step closer and then cleared her throat to attract his attention. Sluggishly he spun around to see the doctor and a woman he couldn't recognize.

   When Gwendolyn gazed at him, she was nearly speechless. If at all she was directed to the ward she would have thought she was in the wrong room. The man standing in front of her was never like the man rescued, he was so hot and handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Was it because of his devil-may-care outlook?

  There was more she saw in him. Was he a model? She thought because of how he glided toward her with athletic grace. When he was close to her, he halted by standing two feet away from her and looked at her with a scrutiny stare. Gwendolyn was still lost in his divine gaze, without realizing how muddled the young man was because of her awkward countenance. 

    “Do you know who I am?” His voice was a bit coarse yet it was normally mellifluous.

That brought her back from the reverie. She was embarrassed because she presumed he had already seen through her. However, he didn't notice that she was drooling over him because all he cared for was her answer. 

She wasn't always like that but there was something about this young man she could decipher. She stretched forth her hand, wearing a bright smile on her face. “No. I'm Gwendolyn. I'm glad to see you are finally awake.” 

  “Do I know you?” He enquired, gazing at her hand without taking it. 

She thought he would ask her those questions, right now it was getting too much. Would it have hurt his pride if he said 'Thank you for saving my life'? 

She frowned. “Is that what I get from saving your life? Gosh, I can't believe this.” She huffed surly as she glanced at Doctor Stewart for a few seconds before diverting her gaze to him. “You could have said thank you for saving my life. If I had brought you to the hospital a minute late you wouldn't be here asking such a ludicrous question?” 

    “For saving my life?” Puzzled, his crescent eyebrows arched. 

Although he didn't seem rude when he asked her the question, she was the one trying to hide the fact that she was still embarrassed after he caught her drooling over him. 

   He slowly parted his long eyelashes while looking at her with wonder. He had another question to ask her but because she scolded him, he stifled the desire while waiting for her to talk to him.

Doctor Stewart stepped forward when he realized it was his time to intervene.   “The bad news is, he doesn't remember anything.” 

Gwendolyn abruptly looked at him. “ What do you mean?”

“Unfortunately he has amnesia. He doesn't remember his name or who he is.”

There was a look of puzzlement on her face as she gazed at him. “Not even his name?”

With disappointment, he shook his head vigorously. Gwendolyn looked at the handsome young man with pity. “Rest assured, with time he'll get his memory back.”

How could life be unfair to him? The first time she saw him, he was covered in blood. They were returning from the countryside after shooting a film when they sighted a car by the roadside. The person in the car must have met with an accident. Without thinking twice, they called for an ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital. He was in such a terrible state that he had to be transferred to the city. Gwendolyn took all the responsibility as his guardian because everyone was afraid to get involved. Some of her crew thought the man would never survive and it would complicate things, it was only Gwendolyn that believed that he would survive.  Nevertheless, after two months and there was no progress, She had given up on him since there was no hope that he would ever regain consciousness. Now standing on his two feet was a miracle. 

“Then what do I do? I haven't gotten any feedback from the police. No one knows him from the countryside. I haven't heard about a missing person.” She said worriedly with her gaze still fixed on the man. 

“Let's step outside.” Doctor Stewart led her out of the ward. Standing by the door, he turned to her. “You just have to try again. Did you find anything in his car?”

 “Nothing. The car isn't registered.”

“That's bad. I needed to tell you he's discharged today. You can take him home now.”

Her eyes popped up like they were about to pluck out of her head. “Home? A stranger? Do I even know him? What if he's a criminal?” She gasped as she wrinkled her forehead. 

Her facial expression was so hilarious that he couldn't hold his laughter. He burst into laughter but he was quick to refrain himself when she leveled him a killer look. “He's not a threat to you now because he doesn't remember anything.” 

  “I can't take him with me.”

“He can't stay here either. He has to go with you as his guardian.”

  “Please.”

“This is a hospital, not a charity home, Ms. Brooks.” He reminded her, and his voice was a bit stern.

Gwendolyn gave up as she looked at the door. There was no way she would be taking a stranger home. First doctor Stewart informed her about the bullet that was taken out of his upper arm. He could be a criminal or an assassin; she assumed.

Since Doctor Stewart wouldn't let him stay back, she didn't have a choice but to take him with her. It was already dark outside but she knew some of her fans could still recognize her in the dark so she wore a disguise. As they arrived at the parking lot, she stopped near her car.

  “I don't know who you are but I'm taking you to a police station. I can't risk my safety.”

 Ever since she scolded him back then, he hadn't uttered a word to her. When she asked a question, it was either he looked at her or nodded. She pressed a button to unlock her car, but before she could hop in her phone rang.

She picked up. “Hello, Dad.”

 “Where are you at? Come to the mansion right now!” He ordered imperatively and then disconnected the call without hearing from her.

She checked the caller ID once again before sighing. She was aware of what she had to deal with tonight, but again she was worried because of how angry he sounded over the phone. She would have declined but not when her father was angry, she feared him anytime he lost his cool.

Gwendolyn looked at the stranger to make up her mind. It was already quarter to eight PM, there was no way she could make it to the mansion in fifteen minutes if she drove him to a station. She contemplated for a while before finally making up her mind to take him with her. “Get in the car. I have to be somewhere but I'll still take you to the police station to make report tonight.” She opened the car and hopped in while he also did the same. 

She was able to make it to the mansion within thirty minutes. As she halted the car in the garage, she alighted. He also hopped out and then turned to her. She had taken a few steps when she noticed he was following her. She contracted her lips into a frown. “Damn it. Give me five minutes and I'll be outside, okay?” 

He nodded then stayed back. With that, she headed in. Immediately she was in the living room, she could hear laughter coming from the dining room. She assumed they had a guest. When a maid was passing by, she called out.

“Do we have a guest?”

“Yes, ma'am.” 

She was trying to comprehend what the maid said when she heard a familiar voice. Her blood suddenly heated up with anger. She darted to the dining room to meet her father, Austin, and his parents sitting around the table.

“What's going on here?”

Mr. Brook rose, then gestured to the only seat beside Austin. “Take a seat, dear. I'm the one that invited them over for dinner so we can discuss your marriage. ”

Her eyes flickered with confusion. “Marriage? I never said I'll marry him.” She interjected insolently.

“Mr. Brooks, I understand that she's having a hard time but I wouldn't want us to rush things. We should get married whenever she's ready.” Austin said with a fake voice. He eyed her, giving her a look of ‘You don't have a choice but accept the marriage.

  “Yes, son. I wonder if she can ever find anyone that will understand her like you.”

“Please don't say that sir, it's embarrassing.” He said with a fake grin. 

“Whatever he said to you, Dad. Nothing in this world will make me agree to marry this asshole.” She seethed.

“Language, Gwen!” Mr. Brooks cautioned. 

Shortly after, everyone looked up when they sensed someone's presence in the dining room. 

He glanced at everyone as his eyes darted constantly while searching for Gwendolyn. When he saw her standing by the corner, he sauntered closer.

 “There you are,” 

“Who's he?” Mr. Brooks enquired, he kicked the chair back and then rose. 

Gwendolyn pivoted her head to see him standing beside her with a calm steady gaze. The last time she remembered telling him to stay back outside. She looked at her father to see fury burning in her eyes. “Jeez. I told you to stay outside.” She whispered to him with frustration, then she grunted softly. He shouldn't have come in, not when the tension in the room was getting intense. 

 “Your five minutes is over.” 

“What?” 

“Let's go.”

To where? She would have asked him that but not in front of everyone. She extended her hand to hold his hand, and as their hands contacted she felt an undecipherable sensation running down her spine. She abruptly glanced up to find out if he also felt the same thing she felt, but his countenance was unreadable. How strange. 

“Gwen, I asked you a question. Who's this young man?” Mr. Brooks snapped. 

They abruptly stopped walking. Austin was already on his feet, reacting to the diminution of jealousy he felt when he saw her holding another man's hand. He tightened his fist ferociously.

She was loving the expression on his face. For a reason she wished it could last long because that was what she wanted him to feel, humiliated.

She sighed softly. She held the man's hand tightly and then raised them so everyone could see them holding hands. “I don't have a choice but to say it here. I'm sorry, dad. He's my man and I'm with his child.” She announced to everyone without minding the consequences of what might happen. Slowly she moved a hand to her belly, rubbing on it tenderly.