Zoe's POV

I continued glaring at him as he walked into the room.

"I need to get something," Reina blubbered then walked out of the house swiftly.

It was just Alex and I now.

I didn't know how long I'd be able to contain myself.

Alex frantically ran his hands through his hair as if he was thinking up the words to say.

"I only got your messages this morning," he said stepping closer.

I listened intently, wondering what was the rest of his excuse, surely he was smarter than that.

"I tried to return as soon as I could but, I got really court up with work and business meetings." He said.

He promised to be there but he wasn't, instead he was locking lips with models in hot tubs and now he was just treating me like a idiot.

"I had a lot to do. It was one meeting after the other, I barely had anytime to rest." He continued.

So that was the excuse he was going with? He was going to lie his way out. Apart from those pictures, I knew better.

Even if I hadn't seen the pictures, I had dated a few douche bags like him to know he was lying.

He remained quite, waiting for me to reply.

"Get out," I finally managed to say.

It took him moment to register, he looked confused as if his brain was trying to process everything.

"I'm sorry what?" He finally spoke, confused by my reaction.

"You can't just show up here and act like everything is okay after ignoring me for two weeks!" I yelled.

"I just told you I was busy," he said defensive.

Busy! The word repeated itself in my head.

"Busy?" I yelled at him.

I throw a tabloid at him at which he quickly ducked.

"Partying with half naked women does not count as being busy!" I said as I continued throwing the tabloids at him.

He covered his face as he continued ducking the tabloids I kept throwing.

"I've been through a lot these past two weeks. I was nearly ran over, deprived or my home and privacy, all the while you were partying!" I continued to yell.

I picked up the tabloids and started throwing them at him again.

"You acting crazy right now," he said defensive.

The C word, it was as if my hormones fully kicked in at the mention of that word.

"I'm crazy?" I yelled. "I hope I never see you again and nor will you see this baby. I promise I'll fight with everything I have so you never get to see this baby grow up. I hope you rot because I never want to see you again!" I continued to yell.

I had completely lost my cool, I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called the police yet.

I guess everyone has a breaking point.

"I don't see what I did wrong!" He exclaimed. "All I did was miss one appointment, I'll make it to the next one.

He had the nerves to continue his senseless argument.

"Why don't you just go ahead and miss the rest of my child's life, no one will miss you." I said.

He sighed as he paced up and down.

"Just get out, I don't want to see you." I said throwing my hands in defeat.

"Please try to calm down, we need to sort this out," he pleaded with both his hands together. I've never seen him look this apologetic.

"Get out," I repeated.

He stood still as he started at me doubtfully.

All the ways of me calming down involved his face out of the equation.

"You are the worst, most stupid useless thing that has ever happened to me!" I yelled.

'Apart from his sperm.' A voice said inside my head.

His eyes narrowed to the floor. I could tell I had hit a sore spot. He looked downhearted as his eyes continued searching the floor. He quickly masked his sad expression with a much angrier one.

My eyes roamed for the ultrasound pictures on the couch. I collected two of the five copies I received from the doctor.

"Here is the picture of your baby," I said handing the pictures to him.

He accepted the pictures and turned them around to look at the images.

For a split second, I noticed the change in his expression. His face softened as he stared at the picture.

A smile slowly formed on his face as he traced his finger on the picture. I saw a completely different side of him, this time he wasn't just smiling to make a joke out of me. He looked genially happy. Maybe he was just too good at faking it.

"Now get out," I said snapping him out of his lala land.

He sighed looking at me. "Take care of the baby," he said.

Something felt like he was saying goodbye, like I'd never see him again, but I quickly ignored it.

Without any arguments, he turned away and left the room.

I let out a deep breath glad he was gone. I felt like I was holding in a lot of tension.

I sat down, sinking my back into the cough, I stared at the ceiling rethinking everything that had happened.

Minutes later, Reina walked in.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I slowly modded.

I felt like I had just ended a vicious cycle were Alexander kept screwing up and he'd just walk back into my life and try to control everything.

Everything felt alright but so wrong at the same time.

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*Four days later*

You'd be amazed how much can change in two days.

Since Alexander has returned, everything has gone back to normal. I'm back in my own house, I haven't had a single paparazzi bother or harass me. From what I've heard, Alex has threatened to sue them for so much they'd never see a penny again.

It's still difficult for me to go anywhere without people pointing at me.

Alex hasn't called or texted. He hadn't send anyone to follow me around either, that means Walt is officially off my back.

Everything was finally falling into place, I felt like I was finally reaching the light after weeks in a dark tannel.

I stared into the mirror as I continued applying make-up to my face.

I needed to speak to my parents, it was about time. I've been avoiding them and it's time I told them the truth, at least the rest of it.

Already expecting a baby, I know I wouldn't be happy if my child was to avoid me the same way I have avoided my parents.

I did some touch ups, happy with my reflection.

I gathered my purse and sets of keys before leaving the house.

A few of my neighbors still stare at me, but none of them ever gather the courage to say something.

I opened the door to my car and entered.

The drive to my parents wasn't long. In about half an hour, I was driving into my parents parking lot. All two of their cars were parked, which meant they were at home.

I slowly got out of the car, preparing myself for the pep talk.

I breathed in the cold air, clenching onto my jacket as I walked onto my parents porch.

Today there was something that felt awfully silent and depressing about the house. Usually I'd see the gardener pruning my mom's roses or Lina talking a walk outside but not today. Maybe it was because of the cold weather.

I opened the front door and entered.

There was a welcoming warmth inside the house, mixed with the smell of Lina's famous apple pie.

I heard some foot steps coming in my direction.

I suddenly felt the arge to turn around and run away. I wasn't ready to face any of them.

"Zoe!" A sharp voice exclaimed.

I looked up to see Lina walking towards me.

It was too late to run away now.

"Everyone has been so worried," she continued.

Before I could speak, she pulled me into her arms, rubbing my back in circular motions.

She then hooked my arm into hers and lead the way to the lounge were my parents were each read a book.

"It's never too late to educate yourself," they always say.

The white shutters behind them aloud the light to stream in but barely giving a view of the back garden.

Mom looked up, removing her reading glasses as I walked in.

"Zoe!" Mom exclaimed in excitement.

Dad immediately looked up. "Zoe," he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

The look in parents eyes made me feel a lot worse about not answering their calls or telling them the truth in the first place.

They looked at me with so much joy in their eyes, as if they were proud of me and I was still their little girl.

Lara excused herself from the room, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"We've been so worried," dad said. I walked over to them and hugged them both.

"What happened Zoe? We heard the news about Alex. We even saw you on TV but you weren't answering our calls. If not for your friend Reina we would have gone to the police. What's happening?" Mom blubbered.

"There is something I need to tell you," I said pulling away from them.

We sat down, with both my parents next to me. Mom held onto my hand, rubbing it gently.

So I told them everything. Starting from the day of the insemination, the contract and everything else that has happened.

I left out the detail of our first in counter at a night club, it was bad enough I lied to them. I didn't want to make them feel like they did everything wrong in raising Noah and I.

"Why hasn't you told us any of this before?" Dad asked after hearing the entire story.

"I was afraid of your reactions. You two were disappointed and still mad at Noah, I didn't want to make you feel like I was repeating the same story," I argued.

Deep down I've always had the need to please my parents. Even in pre-school, I always did everything to make sure they never complained. As kids, mom would give Noah and I gold stars for good behavior, I made sure to get every single one. Mom stopped doing it when she realized it never worked with Noah.

"Just because we disappointed doesn't mean we love you any less." Mom argued.

"You shouldn't hide things from us, I'd need to take a look at that contract." Dad said.

I nodded.

Mom didn't over react about the situation as I had expected. Maybe it was because she knew that if I got custody of the child, Alex would be required to pay millions in child support.

My parents further advised me how I should handle the situation.

Once that topic was finished, we talked about my dad's latest cases.

"I think I should get going," I said getting up.

"You should come over as often as you can," dad said.

"Wait," Lara said rushing in. She held three medium size lunch boxes.

"I packed some lasagna, a bit of the apple pie and a few slices of the carrot cake I made last night. You won't have to cook tonight," She said handing the lunch boxes over to me.

"Thank you," I answered with a small smile.

"You should have someone helping you around the house in your condition, it's not good for the baby." Mom scolded.

"I'm fine mom, I can do this on my own." I said.

I know of several women who work while pregnant, some even work in their ninth month. I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself.

"What if you slip and fall? What will you do then? No one will find you. It's not good that you live alone," dad said.

"Not you too dad," I sighed.

"If you don't want to come and move in here with us, ask that rich baby daddy of yours. He can get someone to help you out, at least just in the afternoons." Mom said.

"I'm perfectly fine on my own, I don't need anything from him." I said.

I want to keep him as far away as possible.

"Don't say no one warned you," Lara remarked.

I shook my head at the three of them teaming up on me.

"I'll see you guys some other time," I said giving Lara and my parents a hug.

They walked me out.

Mom waited on the porch until I had driven out of the yard.

At least now I didn't have to cook plus, my parents seemed very understanding about the issue, I didn't have to avoid their calls anymore.

Driving to my apartment, I listened to my playlist.

This time it took a little bit longer to get to my apartment.

Holding the lunch boxes with my one arm, I stepped out of my car.

My feet felt somehow tired even though I had barely walked.

I made sure to lock my car them headed to my apartment.

Walking into my apartment, I hung my keys on the hook. I dropped my bag on the side while still holding the lunch boxes.

I walked into my living room and placed the lunch boxes onto my coffee table.

I rested my head on the cough, remembering today's events.

My cell phone rang drawing me out of my thoughts.

I sighed talking a look on the screen to see that it was the clinics telephone number. The only time I've ever called was to confirm my appointment. Maybe they had the date for my next appointment.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hello Ms Morgans, this is Dr Edwin. I've been trying to contact Mr Forbes but I haven't been able to get a hold of him." He spoke.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "I was reviewing your scan and there is something important that might become a problem that I failed to mention. I'd prefer to discuss this in person. Could you please come to my office in three days?" He asked.

My mouth became dry as I barely gathered the courage to speak.

"Yes," I finally answered.

"Have a good day," he said before hanging up.

How could I when there was something potentially wrong with my baby, I couldn't bare to lose this child.