I was typing away on my laptop when my intercom buzzed and as I pressed the button, I heard Kyle, my assistant's voice. "Sir, there is women named Harper Collins down at the reception. She wants to meet you. She says she is a friend."

Harper?

"And she says it's urgent and claims to burn down this whole building if you don't see her." He added amusingly.

What?

"Oh...umm...send her up. She's a...umm...a friend."

"Okay, sir."

What the fuck is wrong with her?

All of a sudden why does she wants to meet me?

Two minutes later, the door to my office bursts opened startling me and I saw Harper walking in furiously and before I knew it, a thin file of papers was throw at my face.

Taken aback by her outburst, I stood up. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I looked down at the papers that fell on my desk in confusion. "And what's this?"

She smiled tightly and folded her arms across her chest. "That, Mr Wilbrose, are the ultrasound reports of your child growing inside me."

My jaw dropped. "Sorry, what?"

My child? Growing inside her?

Is this a prank?

"Y-you have my...child growing inside you?" I pointed to her.

"Did I stutter?"

"What the actual fuck! Are you pulling on some prank on me? Did Aeryn send you?"

"Do I look in a mood to prank you?!" She yelled.

I flinched at her tone. Damn. She is scary.

When I didn't say anything, she came closer to me and gripped my collar, pulling my face closer to her.

She gritted. "How could you do this?!"

"Do what?"

"Get me pregnant! What else?"

I yanked myself out of her hold. "You think I did it deliberately?"

She shoved my shoulder. "You didn't use a protection! How can you be so fucking careless?!"

"I used a protection!" I argued.

"Then how did this happen?!"

"How can I know?! And how are you sure it's my child? It could be someone else's!"

She definitely didn't like my accusation. Her face flushed with anger. "You think I am lying?! I am a week pregnant and it was you who I slept with exactly a week back and I already told you my engagement broke with Dave and the last time I slept with him was a month back! You think I went about sleeping with other people besides you?!"

I huffed. "I am 100℅ sure I used protection. How you got pregnant, I got no idea."

She slapped my shoulder. "You didn't use a protection!"

"I did! It must have broken or something. And stop hitting me", I said rubbing my shoulder.

She was breathing heavily as she glared at me thinking about something.

"You are going to take responsibility for this child", she said after a minute.

A child is the last thing I want right now.

"No", I stated.

"What do you mean no?"

"I don't want this child."

Her furiousness vanished and was replaced with baffled expression. "Why?"

"I don't want a child, that's why."

She took a step back. "So...you don't want it? What if I abort it?"

I looked at her. "I don't care. Do as you wish."

She had a poker face on, but her eyes, her eyes spoke a lot. As soon as those words escaped my mouth, her face went blank but a storm of emotions started building up in her eyes.

I regretted saying it but I can't take it back. I shouldn't have said that.

She spoke up sarcastically. "Thank you for your time, Mr Wilbrose. Have a nice day."

And then she was gone, slamming the door shut on her way out.

I slumped down in my chair and glanced at the ultrasound reports still lying on my desk. I loosened the tie around my neck and tugged on it, just playing with it nervously.

I slowly picked up the ultrasound reports and examined it looking at the tiny, seed size baby growing inside her.

There is a child growing inside her.

I didn't want a child. Not now at least.

But now as I traced my finger over the report, something weird happened. My heart warmed. And it skipped a few beats.

This is my child.

How can I not care?

I grabbed my coat and throwing it over my shoulder walked out of my office.

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Is everyone still sleeping? I thought as I entered Everette's house since I have its spare key.

Feeling hungry all of a sudden, I walked to the kitchen and taking a bowl I took out some cereals in it and poured milk over it and leaning against the counter and started eating it.

A minute later Eve walked into the kitchen completely unaware of my presence and he halted as his eyes fell on me.

He raised a brow at me and I grinned. "How are you feeling, brother?"

He gave me a suspicious look. "Better."

I munched on the cereals. "Good. Good."

"Why are you here?"

I put the bowl down. "I just came to see how you are."

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "No. Even if I die, you would rather be at office at the moment than being here."

I chuckled nervously. "Oh, brother...I am just making sure you are okay. You know how much I love you."

"And..." He folded his arms. "You would never admit your love for me."

I opened his mouth to speak but closed it.

He walked closer to him. And I again chuckled nervously and stepped closer. "So what if I never admitted my love for you. I am doing it now. I am changing myself."

"I don't want you to change", he stated.

"Of course, of course..."

He glanced at my tie. "You are nervous."

My brows knitted. "Ner-vous? W-why will I be nervous?"

"Whenever you dress up for office, everything is perfect. But on days you are nervous, your tie gets crooked." He pointed to my tie.

I looked down and immediately fixed it. "I was...um...in a hurry."

"Hurry to go where?"

"To see you", I said lamely.

He rolled his eyes. "I am not buying this excuse. What are you upto?"

"Nothing, brother!", I said instantly and a bit loudly and then smiled sheepishly and said softly. "Nothing. Nothing. Everything is alright."

He went over to the refrigerator. "Speak it or I find about it myself."

Opening the refrigerator, he took out a bottle of water and facing me, opened it and took a sip of it when I spoke suddenly.

"I got someone pregnant."

Immediately, he spitted out all the water in my mouth on my face. "You what?!"

Closing the bottle he kept it back inside before turning to me. My face was grimaced since he spit out all the water on my face but I didn't say anything and picking up the kitchen towel just wiped it quietly.

He grabbed both my shoulders. His jaw was dropped, his eyes were so wide. "Say it again."

I shut my eyes tightly and rubbed my temples. "I got someone pregnant."

And then he let out a weird, awkward, nervous, I don't what kind of a short laugh. "You are fucking kidding, right?"

I sighed deeply. "Wish I was."

He shook my shoulders. "What did you do?!"

I lowered my gaze. "Sorry."

"Sorry?! Sorry?! A fucking sorry won't fix this and why are you apologising to me?!"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "I don't know."

"Who is she?", he demanded.

I again chuckled nervously. "What will you do by knowing her... it's not--"

"Who is she?!" He bellowed.

I flinched at his tone and gulped.

"Harper."

"Okay...Harper...Harper." He paused. "What the fuck! Harper who?! What's her surname?"

I was so afraid, I felt like crying. "Collins. Harper Collins. A-aeryn's friend."

"Do you want to get yourself killed?! The fuck did you do?! Didn't you use any protection?"

"I did, brother, I did...it just happened..."

"She is engaged, Gareth! She is fucking engaged! She has a fucking fiance!"

"No! She is not!"

He calmed down a bit. "What?"

"Her engagement broke."

"How?"

"I don't know. She was telling me all this. I don't remember much. I was drunk. She was...drunk." I sighed.

He placed his palm over my forehead. "I'm gonna faint."

I grabbed his shoulder. "Brother, are you okay?"

"Okay?! How can I be okay?! And why does Aeryn didn't tell me about her engagement breaking thing?"

"I remember she said that...she didn't tell Aeryn yet."

"Oh... oh...and when did she tell you about her pregnancy?"

"This morning. In my office. With the ultrasound reports."

"What did you tell her?"

"Does it matter?" I asked nervously.

"Yes!"

"That to deal with it herself. I don't care. Then I left."

His lips pressed into a thin line and he slapped me. Hard.

I didn't say anything and just lowered my gaze. I deserved that. "How can you say that, Gareth?! How can you not care?! It is your child too!"

I kept quiet. "Is this what mother taught us?! To tell the woman who is pregnant with your child to fuck off?!"

"I swear, Gareth. I fucking swear, if something happens to her or the child. You will die by my hands." He stated.

I didn't make an attempt to move or say something.

"Go. What are you waiting for? Go, apologise, tell her you care. Make sure she is okay. She is safe. She is healthy. Just go and find her."

"But--"

"Go!"

I nodded and without looking at him in the eyes, left.