Natalie
I started packing my stuff since my landlady told me so. I pay for this month and I don't have any money with me since it will be the end month today. I give my money to my sister who needed it. They make me guilty for everything and I don't have anything left on me. Except for the money that I hid under my bed that has plasters.
It's been three months and I never saw him. Francis Baron was such a dickhead. I'm carry his child and double fuck it. He left the Philippines and I don't know when he will come back. It wasn't like I must run after him just to get money. I won't do that.
I never flare again when my stomach got bigger. I couldn't dance and I easily get tired. Robb only told me to sit on the bar and mix drinks. I told him what happened to me and Francis and he told me that Francis must be overseas for a few business matters. I just need to suck it all.
I hate it when I smell different things and I almost puke in front of the customers. So, Robb told me to just check on papers and accounts since I could do that as well. I won't go home to our house. I will just feel so embarrassed in front of them. I got a screwed-up wedding and now I got pregnant by some guy.
For them, I'm just a big embarrassment. I always sighed and checked again the papers and do the office stuffs on the bar. I don't like office stuffs. I got here from morning until afternoon. And on my weekend, I'll be at the gym to have a paper works. I am not instructing Zumba for the exercise because of my condition.
I folded my clothes neatly. I should find a very cheap place. Where I and my baby could live. I remove the plaster from the paper under my bed and check the money. I got ten thousand. No more no less. I check my wallet. I still got five thousand and probably another five on my bank account. I still need to feed myself for both me and the baby. I also need a monthly check-up.
I put my yoga pants and my hanging shirt and took my wallet as I put it on my purse. I need to buy food or else I'll starve and the baby. I didn't regret that I get pregnant. It's a blessing for me. Which means I have a reason to work hard and live for this baby.
I went to the grocery store and pick things that I am eager to eat. I check everything on the calculator since I only got five hundred in my pocket. And a few coins for my transportation.
I started nibbling chocolate as I waited for the tricycle. When I get to my apartment building, I started walking upstairs and then I stop to find someone outside my apartment. A tall bulky man leaning on my door. Damn, I hate seeing him.
He turned to me with a gleaming face. Probably, he's here to check on me. Well, I know he screwed a lot of women and I'm not interested in him. I smell something bad from the garbage of my neighbors. As I get closer, I smell pizza and it makes my mouth watered. I swallowed hard and face him.
"Hey,"
"Hey yourself. What are you doing here?"
"You aren't texting, calling, or answering." I sigh and wanted to eat that pizza badly.
"Why would I answer, why would I text, why would I call?" I fish my keys and unlock my door that has a triple lock outside.
"You aren't aware of what happened to us?"
"Aware?" I rose my brows and open the door and I fucking smell something bad. I run to the bathroom and kneel on the toilet bowl and started vomiting. Damn, the fucking acid! I shouldn't eat the takeout this early morning. I feel him outside and I close the door and started washing my mouth.
"Natalie," he calls. I took the towel and wipe my mouth. I exhale and I don't know how to face him like this. "Natalie,"
"What?!" I shouted.
"Let's talk." I got out and look up at him. He scooped my cheek. "You good now?"
"What is it?" I ask him again. He lifted my hanging shirt which I was about to complain.
"Let's talk about this." He put his hand palm on my navel. My heart is panting. Why would a Casanova be like this to me? I am not a woman for him. "Since you are packing, we are leaving tonight."
"What?!" I push him. "No!" I smell the pizza again and I am so fucking hungry. I open the box and started eating, didn't care. He hugged me from behind and rub my stomach. It felt unusual from him. But it felt good, it calms me. I put the pizza down and hold his hand. "Why?"
"Why?" he asked back.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You thought that I'm the type of man who turned back from responsibilities? We both miss the condom and I am to blame because I didn't put it. And we are both a bit lightheaded when that happened. This child is my responsibility and you are my responsibility." On the way he says it, it comforts me and it makes me feel better.
"But—"
"I know."
"You'll be tied on this responsibility."
"I know. I'm not sorry about this all." I turn to him and look up at him. He wasn't lying at all. I can see it in his eyes.
"You're not?" he smiled at me and kisses my forehead.
"I'll take care of you."
"No." I shook my head. "I don't want to be a burden."
"You are not." He brushed his thumb on my brows.
"How about your girlfriends?"
"I don't have girlfriends, Talie. They are just hookups." I look away. Would he cheat on me? Well, unfortunately, he's just here for his responsibility. But I don't want to get too dependent on him. "Why won't we eat for a while?" he pulled the plastic chair and I sat down. He picked up the plastic bag and put it on the table. He checked it. "This is not good for you and the baby."