I was grumbling about stupid mothers and stupid bad timing and the fact that I will be a mom in a couple of months so did that make me stupid by default?
Still absorbed by my thoughts I didn't notice the guy standing in the living room until my mom cleared her voice and discreetly nodded her head towards him. He looked somewhat familiar.
He stared at my stomach like it was some something vile and repulsive. I already didn't like him, and I didn't know who he was. "Hi Amelia," he said coolly, looking me up and down his gaze once again focusing on the protruding stomach.
Well, I guess it is different from most guys staring at my chest. I was a 16DD, so it happened a lot. Um, ok who was this guy?
He kind of looked like a mega jerk. He had that cocky, arrogant, I‟m-a-tough son-of-a-b*tch look to him. Not that it looked bad.
He had dark brown hair that reached just below his ears and just below his eyebrows at the front. His eyes... well they were amazing, even for a cocky SOB. They were an emerald green on the outside and a royal blue on the inside.
"Who the f**ks are you pretty boy?" I said annoyed "Why darling‟ I am surprised that you don‟t remember me," he said cruelly. I didn't know what the hell I had done or who the hell he was but I disliked him. "After all Olivia spent a while trying to find me, just for you" "Ok, I will repeat myself once more and then you can scram. Who. The. Hell. Are. You?"
"My name is Jacob and according to your best friend I am the father of those things," he sneered pointing towards my babies. My first impulse was to kill him; he called my daughters „things‟! My second was Holy Cow this cannot be the father of my children.
They CANNOT have his genes. Look wise it would be ok, but personality….. Ah hell. The third was how did Olivia know who the father was? She had not mentioned anything, and we talked about it a lot. It wasn't like I needed to find him, but I was curious and wanted to tell my daughters one day about their dad, not just he was a drunken hook up that I couldn't remember… not a good role model.
"First off" I yelled at him, "who the bloody hell do you think you are calling my kids things, and secondly I have no f**king idea who you are so how do I know that you arent some freaking pedophile?"
He looked at me like he was going to kill me. Maybe I went a little far with the whole you might molest small children bit, but I don‟t even know the guy. "Ok. Look you physio bitch, when you want to talk to me you c-" He stopped talking when I doubled over in pain. He edged towards me with a weary look on his face. "You ok?" he asked poking my shoulder. Yes that‟s right fucktard, poke the woman in pain.
"Can you please go get my mom?" I asked through gritted teeth. At some point, she must have left the room because she wasn't there anymore. Another pain ripped through my abdomen. I was pretty sure I was going into labor.
But I was still six weeks off „labor time‟. My mom came running into the room with retard, I mean Jacob following close on her heels. "mammy" I whimpered She pulled me into a huge hug and mumbled something to Jacob before he disappeared up the stairs.
My mom was walking me to the car and strapping me in when the idiot came out with my hospital bag, my phone, and iPod. I felt another pain go through me and cried out.