'Do you think if I spoke to him, he'll listen?' I asked.
'No. He'll come to his senses soon enough. I hope.' She muttered and left my room.
I told myself that everything was about to change given that my baby daddy was a rich guy. He could provide us with a bigger house with more rooms if I requested it. That was surely going to be one of the things I was going to request.
When I got out of bed and got ready for the day, I decided to visit Mark, the bartender. I needed to talk to him about everything and get advice on what I really needed to do about my newfound baby daddy. His advice was the most reliable one I could get.
When I got to the bar that morning, Mark was not the bartender there. There was someone else with a name tag that read 'Jacob.' I felt lightheaded after reading it and even almost fell.
'You should sit.' I heard him say.
