His Plan

Vivian’s POV

I stared at him, dumbfounded. For a moment, we both stared at each other without saying a word, more like taking in each other. The last time we had seen each other had been at the station when Nancy had me arrested.

I cannot dispute the fact that Syrus looked extremely good-looking just standing there in his pants that clung to his thighs and leather jacket that held onto his muscles. I would have been swooned by his appearance, but I wasn’t, and it actually made me happy that his presence was not affecting me that much as it used to. 

“What do you want here?” I asked without bothering to be welcoming. Syrus certainly did not deserve any form of hospitality from me, not after all that he has done.

“Can we talk?” He asked me. 

I was a little taken aback that his tone was very much calm instead of angry and shouting the place down, just like his mother.

“Are you here to accuse me of theft again?” I said crossing my hands over my chest as I stared up at him. Our height differences were obvious, but even that could not intimidate me. It had never intimidated me anyway. Instead, I had felt warm and protected in Syru’s muscular length and form.

“I never accused you of theft,” Syrus counted gently.

“Then state whatever you are here for and get out,” I said. Suddenly, all that I had endured being married to Syrus came rushing back, and I just wanted him out of my sight as soon as possible. 

“Why are you being so hostile?” Syrus asked me.

He looked into my eyes as much as I looked into his without blinking or flinching. Deep down anyway, I wondered what happened to the Syrus I was married to. The usual him would be chopping my head off by now, or speaking to me in a much nonchalant tone, but standing before me now, his demeanor was unreadable, and therefore, confusing. 

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with your Georgia?” I said sarcastically. Then I dramatically stretched my neck and looked around. “Oh, you didn’t come with her? I thought she always followed you around like a puppet,” I sneered. 

Somehow, Syrus’s attitude just did not sit well with me. He was so calm and collected that it became suspicious to me. Something had to make him turn up at my doorstep unannounced and acting like a proper gentleman. If Syrus had been half as calm as he was when we were married, maybe I would not have been so quick to file for a divorce.

“Please, leave Georgia out of our conversations,” Syrus said.

I could sense a little agitation in his voice; a feeling that something was really bothering him and he needed to get it out of the way, which even made me more troubled, because for the life of me, I could not fathom what would drive Syrus to my house after our divorce.

“You had better state why you are here then, because you do know that my family aren’t exactly your fans,” I reminded him coyly. 

I wanted so badly for Syrus to feel what I felt being married to him all that time and being around his mother. I wanted him to feel the brunt of being in the same space with people who did not like you, or could not stand you.

“May I?” Syrus asked, indicating to be let into the house.

My mouth almost fell open in shock. Okay, this is getting more confusing. What the heck is going on? Why is Syrus here and playing calm? A part of me now wanted to eagerly hear what he had to say, but then again, time was ticking by really fast, and Belinda would be back from the restaurant any minute from now. In as much as I did not feel so much love for Syrus anymore, I would hate for Belinda to find him here and unleash her anger on him.

So I moved out of the way and Syrus casually strolled into our living room.

I watched him look around for a while and waited for him to eventually state why he had come. Syrus had never been to my house before. He had always ensured that he stayed far away from my family as best as possible, while I was eager to get myself acquainted with his mother.

Well, that should have been the sign.

“You definitely didn’t come all the way here just to take a survey on my living room. Why are you here, Syrus?” I asked when I got tired of waiting for him to say something. If my dad or Manny eventually came out and found him here, he would not enjoy it either.

Either ways, I needed Syrus out of my living room, and my life.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Syrus asked without turning to me. 

“Tell you what?” I asked him. For a minute, I was lost. 

Syrus’s kept his back facing me while he talked, so I could not exactly get the expression on his face, and his body gave no sign at all for me to read.

“That you are pregnant, Vivian,” Syrus said, still without turning.

I staggered backwards and grabbed the couch to support myself. How did he know? It had barely been a couple of days since I found out, and even though I told Belinda I wasn’t going to tell Syrus, I wasn’t even certain yet.

Then Syrus turned, a look of pain and hurt in his eyes. “Were you ever going to tell me that I would be a father soon?” he asked painfully.

“How did you find out?” I asked.

“Is that all you care about? You kept the pregnancy a secret from me, Vivian!” Syrus charged.

“I had intentions of telling you…I found out a couple of days ago,” I tried to explain to Syrus, realizing now that indeed, I probably should have told him about it. “I would have told you in due time, Syrus.”

Syrus turned to me instead, and said, “Even though we are separated, I plan on catering for our children, so get used to that.” Then he stalked off.

I fell on the couch in defeat, stunned.