His honey-brown eyes glowed under the sunlight. And they just stared at me. The water can slipped from my grasp and slashed all over me breaking me out of my trance. I looked down at the can then laughed wholeheartedly.

It wasn't him. It was a figure of my imagination. I was just lonely. However, I haven't thought of him in a while. Why now?

Still thinking it wasn't him I pick up the now empty water can and look back up expecting him to have disappeared. Whenever he didn't I began to panic again. What was I supposed to do? For a solid five minutes, we starred at each other. Neither one of us made a move or sound.

Beads of sweat began to drip down my forehead and I had to wipe them off. I set the water can upright on the ground and wiped my forehead also placing a hand on my hip. It was about that time my back began to ache.

His eyes traveled from my face down to my belly.

Oh right. This is awkward.

"Is it-is it mine?"

I nodded my head slowly.

His knees gave up from underneath him and he took a seat on the porch.

Not knowing what to do I continued on watering my plant babies. I mean what else was I supposed to do? It's six months too late for any kind of small talk.

I finished watering and looked back over at him. He was starring at me, or rather my stomach. Sure I'm big, but am I that big? I rubbed my belly and slowly started to walk towards him.

It was beginning to get hot under the 5 O'clock July sun. Being pregnant through the summer is brutal, but a fall/winter baby is a must. Walking past Tyler I walked inside. He followed after me.

"So like, um, silence?"

"What do you expect me to say, Grace?"

I shrug and go around the counter to dig in the fridge, "I don't know, Tyler, maybe something more than is it mine. A simple woah would have sufficed."

"A whoah? That's all you expected from me?"

I took the bowl of fruit out of the fridge and set it on the kitchen island, "I didn't expect to see you here anytime soon. I thought I would've been able to have it and disappear before you ever came looking for me if you ever did."

"It? If by it you are referring to the baby you could just say the baby, or rather yet the gender. Unless do you not plan on keeping the baby?"

"Of course, I plan on keeping my baby. As for the gender, I don't know what they are yet." I roll my eyes and plop some fruit in my mouth.

"Our baby."

"My baby, five minutes ago you didn't know they existed."

He slammed his hands on the island counter, "if you would have bothered-"

"If I would have bothered to what?! To try and contact you? To try and get ahold of you for months straight? Because I tried. I tried for three months! Don't even try and say I didn't try, because I did," tears threatened to pour down.

How dare he come in here and make me feel invalid for trying my best for all these months? How dare he just waltz into my life?

"You tried?"

"Yes didn't I just now say that?"

He wiped his hands across his face, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I promise to you that if I did I would've come back. These past few months have been chaotic traveling from country to country. I just came because I had to. My father's business here in town had a problem, so I came to check it out."

"And your mother?" She should've reached him before I could.

"I haven't seen her in months. She's been traveling behind us not having a chance to catch up. What does she have to do with any of this?"

"She's the reason I am still here. Honestly, I could've packed up and moved to New York with my aunt, or gotten my own place to be closer to my sister."

He doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. I mean what was left to say? Everything has been laid down on the table.

"Where does this leave us?"

I hood his stare, "I don't know."

Not saying another word he gets up and storms off.

I sigh. This stress is not needed right now. Looking around the kitchen I decide I might as well dinner start dinner.

-

By the time dinner is done it's 6:30

and Tyler still was nowhere in sight. I fixed two plates of broccoli spinach chicken Alfredo, with a small plate of salad, and a piece of bread.

I eat at the kitchen island scrolling through my phone. I hadn't kept up with social media or anything in months. Tyler's appearance made me curious as to what everyone else was doing.

These last 6 months I've completely isolated myself. I felt like it helped me heal, but am I fully healed? No, that comes with time.

I rubbed my belly and looked for Terra's insta.

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My eyes widened at the post made a few weeks ago. She got to go to Paris. Her dream.

I smiled and commented 'glad you finally made it 💞'. I honestly couldn't be prouder.

Seconds later I got a DM from her a smiled.

😽

😭

😴

I paused momentarily and looked down at my stomach. How do I tell her about this?

😽

🙄

Reading her last message I look around. I mean I could get out of the house. A trip all the way to Palm Springs. I'd need to be cleared by my nurse.

😽

😂🙄🤚🏽

🫡

She did. I didn't even bother questioning why she was in Palm Springs or anything like that. Instead I packed my bags and prepared for the trip.

-

"Where are you going?"

It wasn't until midnight when Tyler came back. I had my suitcases packed and ready for the trip in the morning. They sat next to the front door.

"To Palm Springs." I dropped my kankun pack pack next to the suit cases and walk back up stairs.

"Why?" he follows me.

"It's none of your concern."

He grabs me by the wrist, "yes it is if you carrying my child."

I snatched my wrist away from him, "MY child. Don't you ever threaten me with that."

"Grace-"

"No. Leave. I don't need or want you here you just-" I placed my hand on my stomach upon feeling a sharp pain. Ow. I press down and huff.

"Are you okay?" He has a look of concern.

"Yes. I'm fine."

"If your traveling at least take my jet."

"Your jet?" I forget this family is rich.