Amaija
I’m lying on the couch in my apartment. It’s been a month since I moved back in, and all I do is go to work, come home, and watch movies. My family keeps bugging me to go out, but why would I? Everything can be delivered nowadays—everything except a man, that is. But I’m off those for the next few years.
It’s Saturday, and I’m in the middle of my routine: ice cream and N*****x. I chuckle at a joke on the TV when the doorbell starts ringing. Ugh. I know it’s someone from my annoying family. They mean well, but trying to drag me out of the house every weekend isn’t helping.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
I turn up the TV; they’ll leave eventually.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
My phone starts ringing. I ignore it. It vibrates—a text from Brin. Ugh, not her. Anyone but her. She and Federico just got engaged, and while I’m happy for her, I can’t show it right now.
“Open the door before I break it down, sis!” Brin yells from outside. I read the message, groan, and shuffle to my feet. Stomping to the door, I tear it open, annoyed.
“Onee-chan, aren’t you a sight for my lonely eyes?” she says. I roll my eyes and walk away; she follows me in, closing the door behind her. We enter the living room, and I plop onto the sofa, grab my tub of ice cream, and scoop some into my mouth.
“Ice cream and N*****x again, Onee-chan?” she asks.
“Yes. Why are you here if not to stick your nose in my business?”
“What, I can’t miss my older sister?” she fires back.
“I saw you last week,” I retort.
“That was a whole seven days ago.” I exhale sharply; I don’t have the patience for this.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“We’re going wedding dress shopping today, and I…” Her voice softens.
“You need your big sister to be there,” I finish for her.
“Right. I know you’re off love and romance—and you have good reason to be—but can you come and act like the sister I know and love?” she pleads.
I sigh. Though I want to be selfish and wallow in my misery, I can’t subject my family to that. “Okay, I’ll get ready.”
“Yippie! Let me get a dress for you.” She jumps to her feet. I smile; I guess she wanted me there.
“We’re going to a bridal shop. Why do I need a specific dress?” I inquire.
“You never know who you’ll meet on the sidewalks of New York,” she answers gleefully.
“Nobody, I hope.”
“Come on, cheer up. I’ll make sure you look pretty today,” she encourages.
I groan as she drags me to my bedroom.
An hour later, we’re in a bridal shop downtown—Mom, Zara, Brin, Chloe, and all of Mom’s friends we affectionately call “Aunt.” We’ve known them since birth; they practically raised us alongside Mom and Dad. We have champagne and snacks, and everyone’s laughing and chatting as we wait for Brin to change.
“Amaija,” Aunt Ken calls. I take a sip of my champagne.
“Yes, Aunt Ken?”
“I ran into that little boy the other day,” she tells me.
“Which little boy?” I ask, playing dumb.
“Don’t mess with me, Ami.”
I sigh. “Aunt Ken, I’ve moved on. I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Kenya, leave her alone,” Mom saves me.
“No, I don’t know why you waited four months to tell me. Now, if I stab him, I can’t claim a crime of passion in court,” Aunt Ken retorts.
“Mom, stop it,” Zara says to her mother.
“I’m just annoyed at that asshole,” Aunt Kenya insists.
“We all are,” Aunt Santana chimes in.
“Yeah, he hurt our baby,” Aunt Sam adds. I sigh. I love them, but I don’t want to talk about this.
“That was a year ago. She’s happy and healthy now, so let’s focus on Brin,” Mom tells them. I smile at her as she squeezes my hand.
“Yeah, today’s Brin’s day,” Chloe agrees. Brin walks out in her first dress.
The room falls silent until Mom bursts into tears.
“Utsukushī akachan dake utsukush (beautiful baby, just beautiful),” she cries.
“You look amazing, B,” Zara tells Brin.
“You look amazing,” Aunt Santana adds.
“Love it!” Chloe exclaims.
“You’re gorgeous, baby,” Aunt Sam compliments. Brin looks at me expectantly.
“Umm, it’s nice,” I say.
“Just nice?” she asks.
“Well, it’s not my favorite.”
“Ami!” Mom stops me.
“Mom, I’m just being honest!”
“Okay, it’s the first one. I’ll try the others,” Brin says, disappointment clear on her face as she heads back to the dressing room. Everyone glares at me.
“What? She only gets to do this once. The dress has to be perfect.”
“Ami, is this hard for you?” Mom squeezes my hand. I smile at her.
“No, Mom. I’m happy for Brin. I want her to look perfect,” I say sincerely. She nods as Brin enters in the next dress.
“Stunning! My baby is so beautiful,” Mom exclaims. Everyone agrees. Brin and the others turn to me.
“Uh, you look like a princess,” I say. Brin beams.
“But I don’t think this is the one either,” I continue. Brin’s shoulders slump, and I’m the center of glares again. This happens for the next five dresses until she comes out in a mermaid dress with diamond trim. The sight takes my breath away—that’s the one. She sighs as everyone looks at me. I smile, stand, and hug her as tears form.
“You look beautiful, sis!” I cry.
“Is this the one?” she asks hopefully. I nod as I sob; she hugs me tight.
“Good. I was getting ready to cuss you out,” she says.
“We all were,” Chloe agrees. I laugh, wiping my tears. Everyone gathers around Brin, hugging her. I’m happy for her, but I’m sad I may never experience this—picking a dress to meet the love of my life at the altar. More tears well up; it’s overwhelming. I need fresh air.
“Mom, I’m going outside,” I say, not asking permission.
“Okay, sweetie.” She hugs me tightly, pulls away, and strokes my cheek. I smile before turning to leave. I hurry out of the store and inhale deeply as I step onto the sidewalk.
“Excuse me,” someone says.
“Sorry,” I mumble, leaning against the glass. A woman around my age walks past with a stroller. She stops to adjust it, shielding her baby from the sun. I touch my stomach instinctively—my baby would’ve been around that age. A couple of months ago, this would’ve made me cry, but now, seeing babies laugh and smile makes me happy.
“She’s adorable,” I can’t help but say.
“Thank you. A lot of work, though, especially when you’re doing it alone,” the mom replies. I smile softly. Did she have a cheating ex like me?
“Men! I hate them,” I blurt out. She laughs, confusing me. “I’m not their biggest fan either, but I chose to do it alone.”
“Huh? Chose to do it alone?”
“Yup. Got tired of waiting for the perfect man, so I went to the bank and bought some man juice,” she says.
“Man juice…” I gasp. “Sperm? Isn’t that… weird?” I ask.
“It’s unconventional, but I’ve never been happier,” she confirms. She bought sperm—that’s wild.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I have to get this little one home. I’m Krystel. Here’s my card—you seem like you want to know more,” she says.
I push her hand away. “No… no, I couldn’t. I can’t have a baby without a man. I was just curious.”
She chuckles. “If you’re curious, that means you want to know more. Take my card. Call if you want, or throw it away,” she insists, placing it in my hands. She smiles and walks off.
I watch her leave, then look at her business card: Krystel Myers – Psychologist. Well, if I don’t want to talk about a baby, I could always discuss my new fear of relationships or my hatred for my ex.
“Ami, come try on the bridesmaid dress!”
“Okay!” I reply. I take one last look at the card, slip it into my pocket, and head back into the shop.
After brunch, dinner, and some very drunk mothers, I finally get back to my loft. I open the door and smile. Today was unique and fun, but I’m happy to be home. I kick off my shoes, head to my room, pull off my clothes, and toss them on the floor before jumping in the shower. Afterward, I enter the closet to grab my night robe and step on a bag. The head of a bear peeks out.
I bend down to push it back, but realize what it is—the bear Zara bought for my baby, from the day my life fell apart. I pull it out and look at it. Without thinking, I take it to my bedroom and place it on the bed. I don’t know why, but it feels right. I grab my clothes off the floor, and Krystel’s card slips out. I pick it up, glance at it, then back at the bear—my heart races.
“Am I doing this? No, I can’t do this,” I exhale and walk to the mirror, doing what Mom always taught us—looking in the mirror and being honest with ourselves. I smile at my reflection.
“Amaija, what do you want?” I ask aloud. I close my eyes, quiet the critical part of my brain, and let my heart speak.
“I want a baby,” I whisper at first, frozen with shock. That’s what my heart desires—why I’ve felt listless. I want someone to love and care for.
“I want a baby,” I say louder.
“I want a baby!” I scream. Smiling, I clutch the card, grab the bear, and realize I want a baby—and I know just where to get one.
EriqI sit naked, my balls freezing, as this man pays me to pose for him. How are we in the same profession, yet he can afford to pay someone while I can barely cover rent?“Higher—lift your leg higher,” Pavlo instructs.“This is as high as it goes, Pavlo,” I reply. He scowls, stands, and walks over, leaning in close.“Hey, hey, no touching,” I remind him.He smirks. “Having fantasies about me, Enrique?”“It’s Eriq, asshole. You’re the one paying to stare at my ass,” I glare back.“True, your body is a work of art. Now spread it wider.”“This doesn’t feel right. I already feel a cold draft on my balls,” I complain.“And what magnifique balls they are,” Pavlo says.I want to punch him in the face, but I’m two months behind on rent, my paintings aren’t selling, and I refuse to ask my parents for money again. So I clench my fist and follow his instructions. He nods, returns to his seat, and continues painting. Another hour of torture passes before we’re done.“Splendid!” he exclaims final
Amaija“Are you sure about this?” Brin asks. I nod as we scan pages of sperm donation information. Krystel emailed me a couple of days ago. It’s been two weeks since I decided I want a baby, and so far, I’ve only told Brin.“I’m positive, Brin. Stop asking.” She sighs.“What if you meet Mr. Right, but you’re pregnant by some stranger?” she prompts.“If he’s Mr. Right, he won’t care,” I reply.“What man wouldn’t… Federico!” Brin calls her fiancé, who pops his head out of the kitchen.“Sì, bellezza?” (Yes, beauty?) He walks in and gives her a long, passionate kiss. Why did I even come here? I should’ve told Zara—we could’ve wallowed in our singleness with ice cream and N*****x.“Miele (honey), would you care if I were pregnant by another man when we met?” Brin asks.“Of course not, bellezza. You’re my soulmate. Even if you were pregnant, you’d still be mine.”“Ahh,” Brin coos before they kiss again.I roll my eyes—ugh, here they go. I should’ve picked Zara. “Can you two stop that?”“Stop
EriqI grab the painting and bolt for the door. I’m supposed to meet the buyer in ten minutes, but I was up all night finishing it and overslept. “Fuck!” I snatch it and dash out as Glen climbs the stairs.“I don’t have time for your shit today, Glen. I told you no.” I brush past him, heading down to my car—a beat-up ’98 Charger. It was Dad’s until he gave it to me at sixteen. I was so proud of it, driving it everywhere until I got my bike. I still love it, but I miss the rush of riding.I slide the painting into the backseat as Glen approaches. “Come on, it’s easy money.”“For you, maybe. I don’t want a bunch of kids with my DNA running around that I don’t even know.” Having a kid means something to me—I can’t do it carelessly just because I’m broke.“The odds of someone picking you are low. You’re a broke art school grad—not exactly the model specimen these women want,” Glen says bluntly.“Thanks for telling me I’m worthless. Now I’ve got to go.”“That’s not what I meant…” I ignore h
AmaijaOne Month Ago“We’ve been looking for a month. I don’t know why you’re so picky with donors when you aren’t that picky about who you sleep with,” Brin says. I roll my eyes as we pull into the parking lot of the latest sperm bank.“I’m making a human, not just getting off. I have to pick the perfect man,” I reply.“There’s no such thing as a perfect man,” Zara chimes in as we exit the car.“Trouble in booty-call paradise?” I ask, amused. She’s been singing a different tune lately.“Your brother’s an asshole. Can you believe he wants to sleep with other women?” Zara says.“He’s my brother, so yeah, I can believe it. He’s a great son and an even better brother, but a good boyfriend? Nope. You knew that going in, though.”“I know, but I thought—”“You thought your vagina would change him?”“No. Well, we have great sex. So why does he need other women?”“Jaden’s a manwhore. You need someone like my Federico,” Brin boasts.“Oh, will you shut the hell up about Federico already?” Zara s
EriqI catch the woman as she falls, and we tumble to the floor. She lands on top of me but quickly scrambles up. Amaija, "What damages? Are you trying to extort me, you piece of shit? Did you plan this after finding out who my family is?" I clench my fist as my anger builds—the nerve of this woman."Last night, you tried to sexually harass me," I say."Sexually harass?" she replies, furrowing her brows."Yes. First, you called me your baby daddy, then you tried to kiss me. Then you fainted. I couldn’t find anyone who knew you, which meant I had to leave work early—and let me tell you something, woman, I need all the money I can get.""I—""I’m not done talking. After I piled you into my car, you decided to pee because my car looks like a toilet. Then you started fighting my headrest, calling it Xoi." Her eyes widen as I continue. "I don’t know who Xoi is, but you must hate him because you stabbed my headrest multiple times. It was my fault for leaving that knife in the backseat sev
AmaijaIn the three weeks since my insemination and subsequent run-in with my donor, I haven’t been able to forget him. I can’t shake the memory of his chiseled jawline, his deep hazel eyes, or his chestnut hair. He’s gorgeous—and if I’m pregnant, he’s the father of my child. For the third time today, I stare at the pregnancy test on the countertop. I’ve been putting it off because I’m too scared to know for sure. If I am pregnant, I’ll be a single parent, which terrifies me. But if I’m not, I’ll be disappointed. Today’s the day I finally worked up the courage to find out either way. All that’s left is to take the test. My hand trembles as I reach for the box, my heart pounding.Ding, dong.The doorbell jolts me out of my trance. Who could that be? I wasn’t expecting anyone. My eyes dart between the test and the door before I decide to answer. Approaching the entrance, I glance at the monitor and see my friends and family outside.“What are you doing here?” I ask through the intercom.
Amaija“Ami,” he says my name, making my heart thunder as my insides melt. He knows it’s me. How does he recognize me even with this mask? What should I say? I hadn’t planned on talking to him when Gwen asked where I wanted to go. I wasn’t even sure he still worked here, but I’d hoped he did—hoped I’d see him one more time to cement the memory of my child’s father. But the moment I spotted him walking through that door, I knew just seeing him wouldn’t satisfy my curiosity. So I bought out the VIP section and requested him as our server. Now, up close, I’m at a loss for words. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.“Ami?” he says again, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes meet his. We stare at each other in silence until Gwen interrupts.“Amaija, you didn’t tell me you knew such a sexy bartender,” she says, giving him bedroom eyes. I shove down a bitter pang of jealousy.“We met once. I’ll have a club soda,” I mumble, shifting my gaze from his captivating eyes—only
EriqI expected her to push me away or slap me, but she melts into my arms. Her soft lips move against mine, and my heart pounds in my chest. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. I was afraid to admit that before seeing her tonight—afraid because life never gives me what I want. But the moment I saw her, it didn’t matter that I’m poor or unworthy of her. I knew I had to have her.My hands find her waist, pulling her closer as our kiss deepens. Her hand slides down my chest, over my pecs, to the top of my boxers. No—I can’t do that with her. Not her, not like this. I grab her hand and break the kiss.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You kissed me, and I—” she mumbles. She’s adorable when she’s nervous. I take her hand and kiss it.“You have nothing to apologize for. I just want to take you on a date first.”“What?”“Will you go out with me? There’s a place nearby that sells great burgers.” She stares at me without responding. Did I misstep by asking her out? I thought sh
AmiPanic and disbelief crash over me as Brin’s words echo in the night air. Eriq waking up right then doesn’t help. He blinks, dazed, realizing Brin and I are half-carrying him between us.“Ami?” he mumbles, glancing at Brin.My heart races. Did he hear her? How’s he going to take this? Maybe he’ll be happy—I cling to that tiny hope. It’s not the perfect moment, but I was going to tell him eventually, so maybe this is fine.“The baby,” he says, reaching out to touch my stomach.“Eriq—I was going—” I start, but he leans in and kisses me. It’s soft, warm, and sends a whirlwind of feelings through me—confusion, surprise, and something deeper. Does this mean he’s okay with it?“Eriq?” I whisper as our lips part. “Are you…”“I love you.” He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder.Relief floods me, washing away my fears. His second “I love you” tonight hits me hard—he loves me, and he’s fine with being the father. It’s like a boulder’s been lifted off my chest, and the emotions I’ve been
AmiWe stumble out of the tenth store of the day, bags in hand. I didn’t want to come out, but I’ve had a blast. Shopping and lunch with the girls felt amazing—it’s been ages since we’ve all been together like this. Now, though, I’m ready to head home and crash with my man. I wonder how he’s holding up. Dad promised to keep an eye on him, so I hope he’s okay.“Where should we go now?” Aunt Kenya asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.Where should we go? I frown. “I think we should head home. I’m tired, and my feet hurt.”“Tired?” Aunt Kenya raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been sitting most of the time. How are you tired? More like you’re itching to get back to that man of yours. You can survive a few more hours without him.”“Auntie!” I yelp, my face heating up.She laughs, loud and unapologetic, shaking her head. “You’ll see him soon enough. Come on, we’ve got five more stores to hit today.” She strides off.“Mom,” I groan as the others follow Aunt Kenya.“We’ll head back soon, sweetie. We
EriqI can’t stop smiling as I peel the potatoes. Her mother likes me. I’ve got one ally in my mission to win over Ami.“Mom!” Jaden bursts into the kitchen, snatches the peeler from my hand, and glares at me.What’s his problem? He’s acting like he did the first time we met.“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you needed help? Why’d you ask him?” he demands, his eyes still boring into me.“I didn’t ask him. He offered. You can help if you want, but he’s already on the potatoes. Why don’t you make the dough for the fried dumplings?” Mrs. Klein suggests.“Okay, Mom.” Jaden tosses the peeler down, walks over to her, and kisses her cheek.I shake my head, bewildered, before resuming my task. We work together in near silence for a while.“Are you two done?” Mrs. Klein asks after some time.“Almost,” I reply, glancing at the potatoes. “Only three left. Anything else you need done?”“I’m nearly finished, Mom. You can have me do it instead,” Jaden says, rushing over with flour-covered hands.“You ca
EriqI glance back at Ami, and sure enough, she looks worried. Our eyes meet, and I offer a reassuring smile before her mother pulls me away. Judging by Mrs. Klein’s warm attitude toward me, I don’t think this will be as bad as Ami fears, but I know she’s anxious for my sake. It means I hold some place in her heart, even if she doesn’t love me yet. That thought gives me hope—hope that soon I can tell her I love her. I’ve been holding back for weeks, and it’s starting to feel suffocating to keep those three words inside.“I bet he’s Asian,” someone says as we approach the family room.“No, this one’s white,” Jaden replies.“White? That’s new. How old is he?”“I don’t know,” Jaden admits.“I bet two hundred and fifty thousand he’s twenty-four.”“I’ll take that action.”“No, you’ve already met him, so you and Zara are excluded.” I chuckle, amused by their banter. They remind me of my own family. I guess all families are alike, no matter how much money they have.“So, 250—who’s in?”“Ahem.
AmiI pull on my pants, then my shirt, and grab my shoes. We’re getting ready to leave for Jamaica soon. I frown. Two weeks with my overbearing family isn’t my idea of a good time, especially since I’m still a bit annoyed that Mom felt the need to blackmail me into going. She can be so frustrating, but I can’t stay too upset. Eriq was right—the entire family rearranged their schedules just so I could be there. Even if it’s overbearing, it’s sweet.I feel a gentle stretch at the corner of my belly, pulling me from my thoughts. I smile as I reach down and touch my stomach. Every time I feel them move, it fills me with joy. Our baby.“Daddy and I can’t wait to meet you,” I say softly. A sigh escapes me, my heart heavy with the secret I’ve kept. I haven’t told Eriq this is his baby. I meant to, but then his father got sick, and Mom changed the trip’s date, so the timing never felt right. I can’t drop this news on him and expect him to handle two weeks with my family at the same time. I’ll
EriqI inhale deeply, trying to calm myself as I stare at the arrogant jerk smirking at me. I want to punch Flavio’s teeth in for what he pulled today. However, they outnumber me and are probably all armed. I glance at the three men in the room: one by the door, whom I recognize from the picture, and two others standing behind him.“Welcome to the family business,” Flavio says.“The family business is an auto shop, Flav. What the hell was that today?”“This is the new family business. Your little friend will remain untouched if you comply.”Anger surges through my body. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to lunge at him.“I already told you I’m not interested in whatever nonsense you’re involved in. This isn’t the life I want to live.”“Are you living the life you want now? I’ve seen that pretty little thing you’re with. What will happen when she needs money for her hair or nails, but her boyfriend is broke?” I chuckle at the thought of Ami needing money from me.“You won’t find it fu
EriqMy heart nearly stops. I sprint out of the room, ignoring Glen’s shouts as I race for the door. What if Flavio kidnaps her? I’ve never seen him physically harm anyone, but he once set my apartment on fire to get what he wanted. What else might he be capable of? I should’ve known better than to bring her here. I should’ve suspected he might be watching Glen. I should’ve moved away to keep her safe, but I stayed because I couldn’t bear to leave her. Now she’s in danger, and it’s all because I couldn’t stay away. If he touches her, I swear… I gritted my teeth as I bounded down the last flight of stairs and burst out of the building. I run to the car—she’s not there. I scan the area, but she’s nowhere in sight. Grabbing my phone, I dial Flavio’s number. He picks up after the second ring.“Where the hell is she?” I demand.“So, she is important to you?” he taunts.“I swear, if you lay a finger on her, I’ll bury you six feet under.” My voice shakes with a mix of anger and fear.“Finally
“She did what? How do you know it’s broken?” Eriq asks, holding the phone to his ear. “Well, I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you know.” He pulls the phone away as his friend’s voice rises in a frantic scream.“What’s wrong? Is it an emergency? We can cut our date short,” I offer, concerned.“It’s…” He hesitates, then presses the speaker button so I can hear.“Are you seriously going to leave me here?!” Glen shouts through the phone.“Yes, call your parents,” Eriq replies coolly.“I don’t want my parents to see me like this!”“Then call an ambulance. I’m busy. I told you to stop picking up random women.” I furrow my brows, puzzled. What does a random woman have to do with this?“She was hot, and you know our health insurance is terrible. I can’t afford the emergency room fee—especially after getting robbed,” Glen whines.“A woman robbed him?” I ask, stunned.“Yes, and she also, according to him, broke his, um…” Eriq trails off, looking uncomfortable.“Broke what?”“His… his… uh
Finally, Ami and I are going on a date. It’s a bit late considering everything we’ve already shared, but better late than never. I just hope she enjoys it. She’s accustomed to the finest experiences, and I’m certain this won’t measure up to some of the extravagant dates she’s been on. Still, I hope it’s enough because she deserves nothing less than the best. My smart, loving, tough cookie with a heart of gold. My little weirdo. The memory of her crawling into my room on all fours makes me chuckle. I couldn’t believe she was the one sneaking off with my shirts, but knowing my scent comforts her fills me with the greatest joy. It means she’s attached to me. Maybe this thing between us will grow into something more than a fling. For me, it already has, but I can’t quite read her. I know she likes me, yet I’m unsure how deep her feelings run. I want to ask, but I’m afraid of what she might say. I shake my head, pushing away thoughts of the future. I need to focus on the present and make to