A 5’8″ shirtless muscular male is slowly pacing through a dimly- lit kitchen while holding a smartphone to his ear. He stops in his track, tilts his head back and lightly closes his eyes as the street light reveals his arched brows, chiseled jaw, and enticingly plump lips. He lets out a silent sigh.
“I know baby,” he says “yes… yes… I won’t be late tomorrow. No worr…”
The muffled sound of a female’s voice pouting filters through the phone causing him to pause. “This doctor is one of the best, baby! I’m so excited, but I want to make a good impression…you know for our bastard child”
“No worries” he replies to assure her.
Female voice continues. “I wonder if I’ll still be pregnant on our wedding day or if you’ll wait to propose after the baby is born. You know our child deserves…”
He cuts her off “Hey my love, please go get your rest …tomorrow is a big day for us. I love you.”
She sniffles “Yes, okay baby. I love you too. Good night.”
He looks down at the smart phone in the palm of his hand, places his thumb on the red button to end the call and lays the phone on the kitchen counter he is standing next to.
“Aaaargh!” He groans while lacing his fingers through his messy cropped haircut. Shaking his head left to right in disbelief he walks through the dark warehouse loft to the living room area. His body plops on the dark chocolate leather couch face up. His eyes stare at the ceiling as if searching for an answer.
I can’t believe she would do this to me!
The woman of my dreams is lying to me?! Faaawck!
I mean… no one is perfect, but it took me most of my life to get to where I am. Hmmph… 7 years ago she wouldn’t have wanted me. but NOW, I’ve got a vacation home in Belize, town home in L.A, a digital marketing firm, amazing abs and I’m a new MAN! This bitch wants to take me for all I’ve got!!!
I know what my problem is…the sex is too good (sly smirk), but
Billie Jean won’t be framing me…hmmph.
I’m 100% sure I’m not the father (impersonating Maury Povich) ha! ha! She would have a fit if I told her I got a vasectomy or something.
Nah! I can’t keep lying to her.
I don’t want to scare her off and I don’t want to lose her.
I did always want to be a parent.
Do I want to knowingly raise another man’s child? Some baby making man’s child?
Or should I keep my mouth shut because she does want to be with me
I’ve come a long way since I was a confused woman waiting for her operation.