Look Who Showed Up at My door

Vivian’s POV

“I cannot be pregnant! I cannot be pregnant!” I yelled and cried at the same time in the living room.

My dad, Manny and Belinda sat still and watched as I rant and pace about the room. The least thing I was expecting was pregnancy, and to think that it was right after I divorced Syrus.

“Don’t you want a baby?” My dad asked gently, not wanting to piss me off further.

“You mean babies,” Manny chipped in.

The word ‘babies’ rang a loud bell in my ears. Babies! What would I do with triplets as a single mother? I was only beginning to find my bearing after a nasty divorce. How am I supposed to cope without a husband? Fine, I know my family and Belinda will ever be present for me, but this is not how I had hoped to live life for heaven’s sake!

“Don’t you want a baby?” My dad asked again, more gently this time around.

It was obvious to all of them that I was furious and mad as hell. Unable to respond, I broke down in tears and wept bitterly. My dad and Manny looked at each other in confusion; they did not know what to do with my emotional breakdown. Belinda said something to them, and they quietly exited the living room, leaving just me and Belinda.

Belinda joined me on the floor, gathered me in her arms and cradled me while I poured out all my tears.

“I am so sorry, Vivian,” Belinda said to me.

“I wanted to have kids. I wanted a baby, but not like this,” I managed to say amidst the tears. I was even surprised that Belinda heard and understood what I was saying. She always did anyway.

“I know you did, but these are a blessing, Vivian. I need you to stop crying, please,” Belinda pleaded.

“I know they are a blessing, Bel, but can’t you see my family? No one has ever raised kids outside marriage. My parents gave birth to us as husband and wife, and raised us all as a family. Your parents did too, right?” I rambled on while Belinda listened religiously.

“So why is this happening to me?” I cried profusely.

“I am sorry,” Belinda apologized again for something that wasn’t even her fault. “You need to stop crying so that your babies can feel better, please,” Belinda cajoled.

I managed to stop crying and wiped my eyes clean. Belinda was right, I needed to stop crying. In as much as I was divorced, I could not have been happier that I am going to be a mum. It has always been my dream to get married and have babies, just like my parents, but unfortunately, I had fallen for a man who most probably did not share the same sentiment. 

My parents had been my perfect example. I saw how they loved and cared for me and my brothers in love and unity while growing up, and deep down, I had wanted something like what they had before my mum passed; a contagious and endless love.

But I had been wrong with Syrus, and now I am going to be having his babies.

“You are right, Bel,” I said, but neither of us got up from the floor. We just remained cuddled up in each other’s arms. “I just did not think that it would be after the messy divorce with Syrus,” I admitted to Belinda.

Belinda cleared her throat mischievously and said, “Syrus has always been a dickhead, and I am pretty sure he had already been acting up for months,” Belinda stretched.

I turned and looked at Belinda, confused. “Where are you going with this?” I asked her.

“I am just surprised that you were still having sex with him, that’s all,” Belinda said and looked away, sniggering.

I had expected her to be angry at me for getting pregnant for Syrus whom she hated with passion, not making jest of the situation.

“Well, it’s…I…” I stuttered but could not find a comprehensive explanation to anything. 

“It’s fine, Vivian. I do not like Syrus, but you are going to make me an Aunty, so heck, I am excited!” Belinda said and hopped on her feet, her excitement rubbing off on me instantly. I smiled as I watched her.

“And you should be too,” Belinda said as she grabbed her purse.

“I am happy,” I said to her as I smiled genuinely for the first time since I heard the news, and since we got back from the hospital days ago. “But where are you going?” I asked Belinda. “I thought we were going to stay cuddled up all day,” I pouted like a spoilt little child.

“I am going to get us some Chinese and drinks for celebration, and maybe you should go talk to your dad and Manny. You freaked them out, girl,” Belinda said.

I did not want Belinda to leave, but she would only be gone for a few minutes anyway. Thankfully, the restaurant was just down the road. 

“I will do that, but please no wine,” I cautioned as my hand involuntarily went to my stomach.

Belinda looked at me and laughed. “I am not stupid, alright? Plus, I am already looking forward to being an Aunty,” she said.

“Make sure you don’t stay long,” I told Belinda. I wanted her back as soon as possible. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but somehow, I had suddenly begun to crave company.

“Sure,” Belinda said, but before she left, she turned to me and asked, “Just wondering, are you going to tell that jerk about the babies?” Belinda asked and we both know that she was referring to Syrus.

“No,” I answered without thinking twice. 

Syrus was a dickhead to me, and he did not treat me nicely. Even after the divorce, he never bothered to reach out; more like he was excited about our divorce, so why should I tell him? He would probably laugh in my face and say that I am only using the pregnancy to run back into his life. 

“You will come crawling back.”

Those were his exact words, and I would rather die than see him have a filled day on it. Belinda nodded and left, but minutes after, I heard a sound knock on the door. I stood up and walked to the door, saying, “That was quick.”

But as I opened the door, there was Syrus standing right in front of me.