"I want you to move in with me," Ezra says again. As he says those words it feels like the wind itself stops blowing.

I look at him and before I know it, laughter is erupting from me. "No way. Are you kidding me?". His face turns hard as he looks at me in confusion.

"Why not?" he growls.

"I'm not going to move in with some stranger. Dude, are you serious?" I ask laughing harder.

"Burn. Got rejected," Amelia laughs herself. "You can't really expect my best friend to move in with you like that can you? She just met you."

"But, if you move in, you can be close and I can look out for you and the baby," Ezra says as I notice a hint of pain in his voice as he avoids Amelia's words.

Wiping away a tear, I regain my composure, and frown at him. "Ezra, you have a woman. You cannot bring me into your home like that. I mean that is disrespectful to your girlfriend. And I will not accept that. I told you, we aren't friends. I will never move in with you."

Ezra walks into a small circle as he runs his hands through his hair. "You little, hard headed girl!" Ezra shouts in frustration.

Stepping back a bit from shock, the smile on my face is gone. "What did you jut call me?"

"Thomas," Amelia calls out.

It doesn't take long for Thomas to come out of the house dressed in part of his firefighter outfit. "I think what my fiancé is trying to say it's time for you to leave," he says stepping in front of us.

"But, before you do," I say stepping forward. "Let me tell you something sperm donor," I say as the word comes out like venom.

"I am a woman not a girl. And I am far from little. And you once again fail to realize something, you are a sperm donor which means you gave your sperm away. I got this baby fair and square, and I didn't have to tell you a damn thing. I'm so fucking stupid for telling you. You are not going to come into my life and start controlling things as if you are somebody!"

"Irina, I didn't mean t-."

"You will only see me at appointments, nothing more. You can only see me then and that's it! And when my child is born, you will have visitation hours, not days."

"You cannot do this! You can't keep me from my baby!" he shouts stepping forward.

Taking a step forward myself, I look at him and grin as I calmly say, "Oh yeah? Take me to court. I bet I win."

Walking away from him I grab Amelia's hand and start to walk to the front door as Thomas is following behind slowly. Making it up the porch steps, I hear Ezra blow his breath.

"You stupid girl!" he shouts.

"Stupid? Really? You know, your not helping your case at all buddy," I say looking back as we have finally reach the front door.

"Irina! I will make you pay for this!" he shouts again.

"Are you kidding me? Are you really not listening to me? You calling me names or threatening me isn't going to help you. If you want to go do something with your life, go have sex with your girlfriend and make a baby," I say hearing the door slam behind me as we are now inside the house.

"Wow, this pregnancy is making you a bad ass," Amelia says with a smile.

"Oh hush. And don't you even think about talking about what just happen. This is your moment. Now, where is this wedding planner?" I ask looking around the living room to see only a binder on the living room table with three coffee mugs.

I miss coffee.

"I am here," she says coming out of the kitchen. "You can call me Tim." She smiles at and extends her hand as she appears to be in your mid forties. She is wearing a black suit with her brown hair pulled back into a bun.

"Tim? Very unique. I am Irina, the maid of honor," I smile shaking her hand.

"I have heard many things about you. And I see you have some fire to you as well."

Before I have the chance to say anything back, my phone starts to ring. Digging it out of my purse, I look at the caller ID and frown. "Mr. Lee? Is there something wrong?"

"Irina I need you to come in!" he shouts on the other line. "Hey! What are you doing? That is soy wrap, that is seaweed. They say no seaweed so you put soy wrap. Aye, I told your momma not to spoil you as a baby. Now she should've listen to me."

Doing my best not to laugh at Mr. Lee at the conversation with his son, I remember he just told me to come into work. "I don't come in until tomorrow," I say recalling the text I got of the schedule.

"I need you to come in in two hours. I pay you extra," Mr. Lee says and then hangs up the phone.

"Well," I frown putting my phone in my back pocket. "You all have two hours of my time."

"Alright," Amelia smiles. "Let's get started."

*****

"Irina another table," Mr. Lee calls out as I rush out again with two tray's in my hand.

"Okay," I call out as I recall where my tables are. Noticing my table of regulars, I put a smile on my face and lower the trays onto their table. "Who had the Super Crunchy Roll?" I ask holding the plate in my hand.

"Me. You know that already Irina," cheers the little blonde girl with a smile on her face. I place her plate down and start to do place the other's down at the family that I have grown to know and love over the years of me working here.

"Thank you so much Irina. I don't know what we would do without you," smiles the wife and the mother of two.

"You are why I love my job Barbra," I smile.

Walking away from the table, I remember I have another and make my way to it. "Hi, my name is Irina and I will be your server today. How can I help you?"

"Irina," says a familiar voice.

"Oh hell no," I say looking at Ezra. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you. Please just listen," he says.

"No," I say walking off.

"Irina," he says reaching out and grabbing my arm.

Snatching my arm out of his grasp, I keep a distance from him. "You insulted me today. Far greater than I have ever been insulted. You know nothing about me. And you think I'm going to let you around my baby after insulting me? Oh you can think again," I say calmly as I remember I'm at work.

"You don't understand Irina," he says with pain in his voice.

"Then tell me. If you want me to believe you or even not keep my child from you, then tell me," I say looking him in his eyes.

"I can't," he says after a moment.

I turn away as I feel a pain in my chest.

Liar.

"You don't have to tell me the truth. We all have our secrets. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to get you another waitress and tell my boss that I am done for the day." Moving pass him I huff from frustration.

I walk to the back and see Mr. Lee talking to a co-worker.

"Mr. Lee, can I go now?" I ask loud enough for him to hear.

"No, no, no. You no leave yet. You have hour and a half then you can leave. Tell you what, you cook and then you can leave," he says with a smile.

"You got yourself a deal old man," I smile back.

Sucker.