Six

Corey

I shook my head, "I'm sorry to disappoint you Natasha, but I won't look for him. I'll just train this child by myself."

"You're impossible, Corey," Natasha replied exasperatedly, dropping her hand towel on the center table. Obviously, she wanted to talk sense into me, but I doubted anyone could do that. "Do you know that if you don't reach out to him now you'll be rubbing both father and child their privilege?" She asked and I stared at her.

"What do you mean by that? What would I be robbing them of?"

"The opportunity for the father to know that he has a son or daughter and for the child to know that he has a father. They won't forgive you if they find out what you did. Besides, you don't have any solid reason for that." She paused and propped her arm against her chin. "Gosh! You're so impossible."

I palmed my forehead as I realized that there was truth in what she said. The last thing I wanted was for my future child to hate me. Initially, I didn't think I wanted to keep the pregnancy but it was the only thing I'll have that truly belonged to me; my own child.

My ex-fiancé never belonged to me neither did my former job, but this child would come out from me and wouldn't be able to deny me. That was some form of consolation.

"You're right, Natasha. But I won't allow him to take the child away from me." I said with a warning tone like she was related to him.

"Relax girl, everything will be alright. You're lucky to be the baby mama of such a wealthy man, you won't experience any more financial struggles."

I rolled my eyes in disagreement. There was no way I would extort from him just because I was carrying the man's child.

"If it were possible, I'll find a job and train up my unborn child myself. I hate being a liability and you know that." I disagreed and she gave a mock nod.

"Mmmmm" She sniffed and jerked up the couch. "Something is burning."

She ran to the kitchen while I burst into laughter. She had forgotten to get me the apple juice so I had to serve myself. It was already a lot for her, coming to the house to find me in a messy state and taking care of me. Sarah hadn't even gone that far from me.

Everything was becoming more clear as I understood why the both of them acted the way they did. When I needed their help, they'll both become unavailable at the same time.

I shook my head as if the thoughts could disappear by my mere act and stood up. I wasn't even showing yet but I felt so heavy and weak. Pregnancy wasn't my thing.

"This smells so good," I complimented her, my mouth watering at the aroma of the bacon and pancakes that were served on a plate.

"I'm good at what I do." She replied, sticking out her tongue. "Do you need your apple juice?" She asked, realizing that she didn't get it for me while I was trying to open the fridge.

"Yeah, I'll just take it myself. You've been busy helping me out while I thought that you are like others. Thank you for being here and I'm sorry for misjudging you." I apologized and she smiled, turning off the tap and heading towards my spot.

"I've known you to be a good person, it's just so sad that you've been meeting the wrong people. But I promise just like I did earlier that I won't be a part of them." She promised again and wrapped her arms around me while I leaned in, inhaling her musky scent.

I pulled out of the embrace with a smirk on my face. "I wonder how you're comfortable hugging me with my bad breath. I can tell that I smell like hell." I said and we laughed.

"It doesn't matter. Let's just eat," She waved my opinion aside and carried the plates to the living room, placing them on the table. "Since you've agreed to talk to him, how do you intend to achieve a meeting with him personally? Or do you know where he lives?" She asked and tilted my head to the side.

I had never thought of that, I realized. Maybe I had expected him to show up on my porch just like I'd watched in some romance movies.

"Honestly, I don't know. It was a one-night stand and I don't know where he lives. Why can't he just show up by himself?" I whined, pouting my lips like it could change the state of things.

She gave me a look of resignation. "You and I know that it's impossible for him to just show up when he doesn't know you."

I dug my fork into the pancake and chewed it when she asked a shocking question.

"What if he's married?"

My eyes popped at her question. I didn't expect him to be married, he actually looked too handsome to be tied down by one woman. I scrunched up my face in disgust as I imagined him being married and still sleeping with me. Men were the same all over the world.

"I pray he isn't, if not I'll hate him. How could he invite me to his room when he has a wife at home?" I snickered.

"Don't bother yourself with his relationship status, Corey. You were heartbroken that evening and who knows, he might have had a very bad day as well." She suggested.

"But is that enough reason to lose your self-control?" I asked and she kept quiet, taking a bite from her pancake.

After sipping her orange juice, she inhaled deeply and said, "Corey, I know this is hard on you, but you have to remember that whatever you're doing right now is for your unborn child. His personal life isn't your business."

I wanted to protest but I shut my mouth and cast a glance towards the television screen. The interview was almost over and I allowed myself to have a good look at him.

He looked very strong and huge as well. A perfect gentleman, he seemed with his three-piece suit and his hair dressed in a side comb-over. He was muscular and had a well-defined face, it was no wonder why his wife stayed with him. Every woman would like to have him.

"I thought you hated him, why are you drooling?" Natasha interrupted my analysis of him with a smug grin plastered on her face.

"Listen, there'll be a banquet in three days," I repeated what he had said to the woman interviewing him.

"That will be perfect!" She exclaimed and I took my apple juice as I waited for her to bring up a foolproof plan that won't boomerang on us.

"What do you think we should do? Should I attend the party?" I asked and returned my gaze to the screen, watching him elaborate on what the banquet will be about.

I raked through my tangled hair. Attending the banquet wasn't a problem, but I had no expensive clothes to put on. Simplicity was my watchword so I never cared to get expensive dresses or bags when I was still working.

The money in my account was just for my upkeep and with each new day, some of it got depleted. If I didn't get a job soon, I'd go broke and that was the last thing I needed.

"You'll have to be there, Corey. That's the only way you can get to see him." She stated and I nodded.

"You're right, but I don't have any good dress to wear for the event. That banquet is for the rich and elites and I'm not even close to being a part of that status." I explained and my shoulders drooped.

Natasha cleared up plates while I thanked her for the food.

"If you're worried about what to wear I have nice dresses."

"Really? Thank you," She appreciated with a broad smile on her face. "It's good that my belly isn't showing yet and it won't show until three months, but I'll have to go with my test result or he'll think I'm lying."

"Of course, you'll have to," Natasha replied, sipping from her glass.

Reality was glaring in my face and I wasn't sure I could pull off our plans. There'd be so many people and heaven knew that being in such a gathering wasn't very exciting for me. I loved being on my own.

"I feel so nervous, Natasha. What if he doesn't agree and kicks me out of the party? I'll be so embarrassed." I admitted, feeling downcast.

"He'll never be able to do that to you because I'll go with you as your friend and support system," Natasha said and I felt strong immediately.

She would be with me, that was enough for me. The fact that I wouldn't be alone lifted my sad mood and I was so ready to meet the father of my unborn child again.