I slowly removed the phone from my ear after the call. The doctor told me everything was alright, so what could have gone wrong now?

The thought of losing my baby frightened me, I had no idea I could love someone this much.

I place my phone on the coffee table, trying to remain calm. The last thing I needed was to be stressed.

I dished a plate for myself and put the remaining food in the fridge. I ate my dinner whilst binging on the latest season of modern family.

After dinner, I placed my dishes into the dishwasher and went straight to bed.

When I planned on having this baby, I had no idea that so many things we would get this complicated.

After hours of tossing and turning I finally fell asleep.

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I was awakened by the sun beaming through my curtains. I had barely managed to sleep the night before.

I grabbed my blanket and covered my face with it, I tried falling asleep again by the heat became too unbearable.

I pushed the blankets off of me, ready to start my day. There was no point in pretending to be asleep.

I walked out of my bedroom and to the kitchen. After dishing some leftovers, I returned to my bedroom.

I closed the second thick curtain making my room dark.

Today was one of those days where I just felt emotionally down and usually when I feel down I did absolutely nothing.

Doing nothing always helped me calm down and take things slow. Sometimes life felt so busy that I barely had time to analyze everything around me.

I took my laptop from my drawer and decided to stream a movie on Netflix.

Then my mum's words rang in my ears: "If you sit in your room all day, you'll become more depressed," she would often say this to me as a teenager, only now had I realise how true her words were.

All I've done was sit around and do nothing which has lead into my life deteriorating. Maybe I needed to find a new hobby, volunteer at a children's home or something.

I gathered myself and got out of bed.

I was probably worrying myself over nothing. I needed to go for the check up before I could be sure of anything.

After brainstorming ideas of what to do for the rest of my day, I finally decided to go out for lunch.

I've always drove past five star restaurants, the kind that were extremely expensive where people dressed formal. That's the one I would go to.

I've always made the excuse that it was too expensive but realizing now, my expenses were about to increase after I have this baby. I might as well spoil myself while I still could.

I left my bedroom a mess, with my dirty dishes on the nightstand and my blankets a over the floor. I groaned as I walked into my bathroom.

I undressed and stepped into the shower. After ten minutes under the warm cool water, I stepped out.

I wrapped myself into a towel and returned to my bedroom.

I fumbled for a dress through my cupboard.

My mind somehow raced to the argument I had with Alexandra. Sure I had insulted him and meant every word (because he deserved it), I was still mad at him but, a part of me felt I should forgive him because deep down he had good intentions but just couldn't express it without hurting anyone. There I was again, making excuses for him.

I left my cupboard open and searched for my phone. After found it, I dialled his number.

We might have been in an argument but I think he still deserve to know what was happening with his child, especially if the doctor hadn't been able to get a hold of him. That way he won't say no one told him.

Today my calls went straight to voicemail, it didn't ring like the last time. After trying several times, I finally gave up. He would find out about it sooner or later, if he had the decency, he'd call me back.

I returned to my closet.

Buried right at the back of my cupboard I finally found the perfect dress.

I received it two years ago as a present, back then it was a little too big now it was the perfect size.

I wore the dress then applied makeup, making sure it looked more like a natural look.

I loosened my hair into its thick wavy curls and ran my hands through it. Satisfied with my outfit, I found a pair of matching shoes and a purse.

Once I was sure everything was in order, I collected my card and set of keys.

Once I had finished, I looked at a few restaurant options on my phone. At restaurants like these, usually you'd have to book at least a week in advance unless you were super famous.

After contacting several restaurants, I finally managed to book a reservation at Ramsey, it was a excellent choice. I'm surprised I managed to get the reservation.

I took another look at myself in the mirror to make sure everything was in order. I then checked the time realizing that my reservation was in exactly in twenty-nine-minutes.

I managed to find a quicker route to the restaurant. I arrive with just two minutes to spare.

I got out of my car at the front of the entrance, a valet came rushing towards me dressed in his restaurant black uniform.

I handed him my car keys and continued walking to the entrance. I noticed two guards standing there.

"Your name ma'am?" One of the gaurds asked.

"Zoe Morgan's,"I answered.

He checked my name on the list then slowly nodded.

"Please come in," he said.

I took in a deep breath as I walked into the restaurant. I was greeted by the cold air from the air conditioner and the smell of good food.

I've never been the kind of person who spend money necessarily but, this was my last chance to spend my money without having to worry about saving money for diapers.

Another waiter stopped me in my tracks, he then lead me to a single table with my name on it. He handed me the menu and excused himself.

The moment I saw the prices I understood why this place was so reserved. It took me a three minute mental pep talk for me not to leave the place.

I stared at the menu, deciding on what to order. Most of it just looked like raw food jumbled up together. I finally decided on something with a weird french name. If I wasn't pregnant I would have ordered the wine.

I sipped onto my glass of water taking a look around the restaurant.

Only a few tables were occupied with most who looked like business man and woman, some looked like mistresses.

Crystal chandeliers were lining the ceiling, it brought a certain opulence to the place.

I looked up to see there was another floor to the restaurant. At the far corner of the restaurant there was a glass staircase that leads to the top floor. There were two gaurds gaurding the staircase. I presumed that was were the more important guests dined.

Through the railing of the top floor, I noticed there were a few tables with people dining there.

I've always wondered how it felt like to be important, to have everyone knelling at your feet.

Sure, my dad's law firm made sure Noah and I had a comfortable life, but nothing compared to what those people had.

Without realizing, I noticed I was staring. It was a dark-haired man wearing a black tuxedo. I noticed the plate of food on his table, he looked like he texting.

After taking a closer look, I realised how familiar he was. When he tilted his head, I knew without a doubt who it was.

It was Alexandra, accept his front hair that hung on his forehead was now cut shorter.

I somehow felt relieved seeing him, at least I knew he was alive.

Since he was alone this would be the chance to talk to him about what the doctor said.

I took my phone and dial this number again, I pressed my phone against my ear and listened to it ring.

I watched him from my table to see his reaction. I noticed hesitant he looked, he kept staring at his screen while his phone continue to ring.

After a while he hung up and placed his phone on the table.

I was left disturb by his reaction.

My jaw dropped as I pulled my phone away from my ear.

He just hang up on me!

First, it was his whole trip to Italy and now this. It clearly showed how uninterested he was about the baby. All he wanted was someone to dump all his money on when he was dead.

It wasn't fair that he demanded so much for me and did nothing at all. If he wanted a chance with this baby he was going to put in the work.

When I decided to be a parent, I hadn't realised how emotionally draining it was. Having him around helped me (even though I hated his presence) because, I wasn't alone if I ever failed to be a parent, he'd be there. But he wasn't.

I took in a deep breath not wanting to stress on this further. Maybe this was the wake up call I needed to know that he didn't care and that he was never going to change.

Soon after, my food arrived. I forced a smile as I tried to look at the bright side.

My food somehow tasted bitter at the sight of him.

He sat there, tapping his fingers against the table.

The food was great but I somehow couldn't enjoy it even after trying to ignore him.

After some minutes, he got up from his seat.

Just when I thought he was leaving, a blonde walked into his arms.

I clenched onto my fork.

My heart sank as I watched the two of them kiss.

I didn't know why it affected me so much, maybe it was the fact that she was disturbingly pretty with the perfect long legs and sunshine blonde hair. She would possibly be a step mother to my child.

I took another folk full into my mouth, it suddenly became tasteless. I couldn't even enjoy my meal in peace.

The two of them sat opposite each other with their hands held together and their feet intertwined.

While the two of them drank red wine, my only options were water or juice.

I tried shaking the thought away, I didn't want to end up bitter. Even if Alex ended up being a deadbeat, I'd still probably have to tell my child who his father is. As long as this baby existed, Alexandra and I would always have something that binded us together.

Putting some distance between us, the same way he has would surely help. I would have to get used to seeing him around so many women. At least I until I could handle things better, I'd have to avoid him as much as I could.

I called the waiter and ordered my food as take out instead.

Afterwards, I paid my bill and went home.

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"This isn't fair! Soon I'm going to be all fat and pregnant and he gets to be in hot tubs with models somewhere across the world," I whined pathetically with a mouthful of popcorn.

After I returned from the restaurant, I was determined to completely shut him out and do my best to avoid him.

Reina and Abby came over, after they pressed on the issue I realised just how much I was holding back.

"You always look gorgeous Zoe," Reina commented.

"Not in and about three months. Once the baby is born I'm going to have to do everything, I'll have to discipline the child while he gets to be the cool dad with the yacht and private jets who only shows up on weekends."

Without realizing, I was already in tears.

"It is kind of your fault, you did call him stupid and useless." Reina remarked.

I glared at her for a moment.

"I'm going through a lot, I have the right to decide when he can be stupid and useless." I said defensive.

Reina shook her head at me, taking a handful of popcorn from my bowl.

"It's ironic how you wanted a sperm donor. Even after all the tragedy, you got a sperm donor in the end. He's not helping you in anyway and leaving you to do everything. Isn't that what you wanted?" Abby asked.

I let out a chuckle.

"At least now you know the baby's father," Abby continued.

We sat in silence for a while as I realised how right Abby was. In the end, I got what I wanted.

"I'm sure it'll all be okay," Reina said rubbing my back in circles.

"Don't lie to her," Abby whisper yelled at Reina. " My grandma always says that if a man is not responsible at the beginning, he will never be. You have to make him take responsibility now, if you don't, you'll be raising this child on your own. You'd be lucky if you see him once a month." Abby continued.

"I shouldn't have to do it alone," I said wiping my tears.

"You shouldn't, you have to make him take responsibility now. It takes more than just one person to raise a child," Abby added.

"You can't just force someone to be responsible. What is she going to do? Move in with him?" Reina said sarcastically.

The room was silent for a while. The moment Abby stared at me with her hazel eyes, I knew what she was thinking.

"No," I said firmly.

I might have done a lot of crazy things but this was beyond my level of stupidity.

"Yes, just for two weeks. I'm sure you'd be able to whip him into shape by then." Abby said.

"I can barely stand the guy for an hour, I can't just move in with him." I tried to reason with her.

"Do you want to raise this baby alone?" Abby asked.

I suddenly looked down at my belly. Raising this child on my own was what would be good for me but, I'm not too sure it would be good for my baby. I couldn't be selfish. Every child deserved a father, at least if I could help it.

The thought quickly escaped my mind as soon as it came.

I imagined how many different women he'd bring in every day and how much more arrogant he'd become. I can barely stand him as it is.

"No," I answered affirmative. "I'm not moving in with him."