What a sunny day it was, I felt good as the cool breeze blew my yellow summer dress along with my hair. I walked besides Rafael giggling about something he just said. He was dashing today in his above knee length skinny shorts along with his golf T-shirt and shades, scrumptious. In his hands were paper bags, it was supposed to be baby shopping but all Rafael said was 'take whatever you want for yourself. He spoiled me rotten today, taking me to the most expensive shops. At a point in time I found my arm hooked to his, it must be the power of love in this God damn city.

Keep telling yourself that girly, a voice said in my mind.

There is nothing as satisfactory as seeing girls drool over your man knowing that they can't get him.

He is not your man!

Shut up!

It was an instant battle between my heart and mind these days. He led me to some fancy restaurant but as I was about to enter I paused and my heart sank as I saw another restaurant a few doors away.

Rafael stopped and looked at me.

"Can we please go there?" I said pointing with a shaky hand.

"Sure," Rafael replied as we walked there. The door was opened for us and my eyes quickly scanned the place as if I was going to see the person himself. I closed my eyes as the memory came crushing on me. We walked in as a waiter immediately showed us a table and gave us menus. The restaurant was not as fancy as the one Rafael was leading me to but this one had such an important memory to it.

As Rafael scanned the menu I looked around and something caught my mind.

"Can we please move to that table?" I pointed.

Rafael looked at it before standing up and come around to pull my chair. We walked to the other table with the waitress giving me a look like 'what is wrong with you bitch being emotional and all.'

At some point I thought I'd cry but I held back my tears and tried smiling.

"Can we have a glass of your most expensive wine and a glass of lemon water" Rafael said knowing that since finding out about the pregnancy I was anti soda and alcohol.

After the waiter had scraped off Rafael put down his menu and stared at me with what looked like concern, his hand found mine on the table.

"This was the last restaurant I came to with my dad, I was so mad at him for giving me fifteen hundred bucks to spend in Paris leading me to not get everything I wanted after he had kept me locked up in a hotel room for two days as he attended his meetings."

I laughed deep in thought "I'd do anything to get him back, he was my rock. He was always there as much as he was super busy with work but he always made time for me and sometimes I took that for granted."

Rafael's hand tightened over mine, we were quiet for a while, taking it all in before the waitress came clearing her voice with her first two buttons undone showing her cleavage.

Bitch!

She placed the drinks on the table then took orders and left. I took a sip of the water then looked back at Rafael whose eyes were fixed on me causing me to blush helplessly.

"Tell me more about yourself please," his hands were back on top of mine on the table and as weird as it was, it kind of felt right.

"There is nothing much, my father practically raised me. My mother hates my guts; I took away her spotlight, her husband so she says. I'm nineteen, supposed to be in college now. I like swimming and listening to music. That's all about me" I said looking down.

"You're beautiful," Rafael said all of a sudden making my heart beat faster and faster if possible. I could feel my cheeks turning red. Our food came and we ate in silence, stealing glances at the other now and then. The food was delicious, I couldn't help myself but finish it all. After that we ordered dessert. Satisfied, I sat back with the bawl empty and a smile on my face.

What a day it was.

"Tired?" Rafael asked across the table.

"Yes, my feet are killing me." I said smiling and he got up to assist me out of the chair. We walked out to the busy street to catch a cab to Rafael's condo.

When we got there he helped me up the stairs to the room and ran a bath for me. I smiled and asked myself what if he realized what he was even doing; being kind.

I soaked myself in the scented bubbly warm water moaning at how good it felt. After thirty minutes I dried and walked to the mirror when I looked at myself.

My belly was round and a little bit perky, my boobs were; heavy, round with my nipple shiny. I had gained a few pounds with stretch marks evident at either side of my stomach. Taking a deep breath I walked out of the bathroom to the closet and wore sweatpants with a baggy T-shirt.

Walking out of the room, I stood at the door and shouted.

"Rafael!" The house was quiet and I could hear my voice bounce on the walls. There were guards here and there looking ahead, not sparing me a glance.

Minutes later Rafael came into view.

"What's wrong?" He looked up at me worried. I wondered why he was worried, did he care for his child after all?

"Nothing, can I please borrow your phone." I stopped there wanting to see his reaction. He looked at me for a long time, contemplating why I was asking for his phone. Shockingly he dug into his pocket unlocked the phone before giving it to me. It was big and beautiful. I could see it was an iPhone but it didn't have the middle round button and the screen was massive, I had never seen it before.

"Thank you," I said as I walked into the room with it in hand to the window where there was an amazing view. I pressed on the camera button before positioning the phone rightly then took pics of my belly.

After a few pics I pulled up the T-shirt and took more. I walked in front of the mirror and took more and more. After a few I viewed them smiling before I heard Rafael's foot steps behind me. I held the phone so he could also see as I browsed through the pictures.

When there was nothing more to see I gave him back his phone.

"Please don't delete them, when I get some time I want to make an album for the baby." I said slowly biting my lip, He nodded.

I hadn't realized how close he was as I was directly staring at his massive chest. I was about to walk to the bed when he spoke.

"Harley, I know I have done some bad things to you, I know that I have ruined your life in so many ways and have hurt you in the worst way possible." He paused as I looked down blinking back tears.

"I don't deserve you, I don't deserve your forgiveness and I know sorry won't cut it but I am truly sorry. I know it's no excuse but you came into my life at a point where I was filled with so much anger. Since I was young all I knew was violence and I just hurt you in the worst possible way. I am so sorry, please forgive me. Please give me a chance." He said on his knees now, tears flowed down my cheeks now as everything he had done came crushing back, my body shook violently and I wanted to do was scream so instead I slapped him, slapped him again and again until my hand burned before I fell on my knees too.

His strong arms snaked around my waist and he hugged me tight as I cried. I cried for what seemed like eternity and when I stopped the room had gone dark. I hiccupped several times finding comfort in his embrace.

"You ....said you'd kill our ...baby" I finally said with my voice husky, barely audible.

"Never," he said firmly pulling me tighter if possible.

"You two mean the world to me. I would never kill our baby Harley, I promise you."

We stayed tangled in each other for hours before he carried me to the bed where he lay me gentle then covered me with the sheets. Seating besides me he looked at me, tucking away my hair now and then, no words were said just our emotions conversing. At that point and time I knew I had forgiven him.