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Alva walked onto the porch of the house she had lived in three years ago and knocked on the doorbell. She was determined to tell Jaxon he was the father cause well, it wasn't good to keep his child away from him and she wanted to eat the burden off her chest.

It had been a burden since she found out she was still pregnant and she had kept it away from him because she thought he wouldn't want it but now she was going to tell him and she hoped it went well.

The door opened and out walked Maria, the housekeeper she had known three years ago too.

"Mrs. Smith, I heard you were around already," she said with all excitement and Alva nodded smiling.

"Yes... Where is Mr. Smith though, we agreed to meet up here two days ago,"

"He told me that and he's waiting for you in his study, I'll take you there,"

She stopped as they entered the house and removed her coat, "I know me around here... At least I lived here three years ago,"

She smiled and the housekeeper nodded, "okay then, I'll leave you to