"Morning Ms. Steele, here is your coffee", Cynthia says as she hands me my coffee. I stopped drinking tea long back. I usually drown myself in work so much that atleast three cups of caffeine is a must needed to stay awake.

"Are the documents in my office?", I ask hurriedly.

"Yes, Ms. Steele", she replies.

"Okay listen now, I don't want any disturbance for an hour. Cancel all my meetings for the hour. I want some time alone.", I enter my office and slam the door before I can hear her answer.

I quickly scan my desk and spot the document.

It is here, I almost stop breathing as I pick it up.

Now, am I ready for it?

Doesn't matter it is already here, my inner goddess says and I ignore her. No distractions.

With sweaty palms, I open the package. Without reading the content, which I should, I directly read the bottom line. And I see my whole world crumpling as I read the words, Positive.

A sob leaves my throat. No. This should NOT be happening. But it is.

I put the papers back and put it in the last drawer. I don't want to see it.

I don't know what to do next. How will everything work out? What about Mila?

I retrieve my phone and speed dial the number I know by heart by now.

"Ana?", he picks up the call in first ring itself.

"Dad?", tears were flowing freely now, no barriers.

"Ana, what happened?", Ray said with concern in his voice.

"Its positive, dad", I whisper, almost inaudible if he isn't paying attention.

"Positive?.. oh", it takes him a minute to decipher it. "When did it..?"

"This morning dad. They came in this morning."

"Anastasia, honey, it'll all be fine"

"How?! Tell me how dad. Everything is over, nothing will be normal from now on." By now I am crying so loudly I wonder why hasn't Cynthia checked on me yet.

"I am there for you sweety, i'm there for you and Mila", he tries to convince but fails miserably. Even he knows there is nothing he can do. He is growing old himself, he really cannot help me. "Talk to your mother, Ana. She may have a solution."

"I haven't talked to mom since ages now. And even if she does, I cannot do anything. I'm broken as shit dad. I have nothing right now. Whatever I earn, the maximum portion goes to Mila's education fund and rest is household expenses."

"Honey.. you know I can help you financially."

"I don't need financial aid, dad. I'm at work right now, i'll.. call you later", I say and cut the call.

I flop down on my chair and remove a mirror to see what damage is done to my makeup. There are mascara lines along my cheeks and my eyes look red and puffed up. I've made a mess of myself.

I want to talk to my mom, be in her comforts but she is still mad at me for leaving Christian. In my third trimester, I called up Ray & Mom and told them about everything. They were extremely shocked and worried sick, to say the least. When Mila was born, Ray's anger cooled down a bit but mom's was still intact. Not that i'm complaining, I deserve it. Over the course, I became more close to Ray and now I only call up Mom to know if she is okay and stuff, just for update, you can say. She wants me to correct my mistake, confront Christian, but I don't want to. And now I don't even have power to.

After completing my work, I go to the daycare and pick Mila up. She has this bright smile on her face when she sees me.

"Mommy!", she comes running towards me and hugs my feet. I chuckle and hug her back. My sunshine.

"Do you wanna go and eat ice cream?", I suggest and she nods real quick. I pick her up and get her, her favorite ice cream. I watch as she eats it with pure bliss, having no care for the world.

No, I decide there and then. I'm not going to ruin Mila's life anymore. She deserves the world and I am going to give it to her. She wants to meet her daddy, so be it. I'm going to take her to Seattle and figure things out with Christian. He probably would want to just not see me but i'm sure he will listen to me if I tell him about Mila, I have a feeling about it. Mila deserves to be in a happy family with her dad with her, and she will have him.

It isn't like you have another choice anymore. You have to go to Christian's, my inner goddess looks up with her half rimmed glasses on.

True.

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