I eyed the card in my hand along with the three pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. How am I supposed to tell him? It can't be over the phone.

I'll just let him know I'm going to visit on his lunch hour. I pressed the numbers on my phone and dialed the number. I was nervous already. It rung a few more times until a man answered.

"Fenrir Construction Services, How may I help you?"

"Uhm, hi my name is Flora and I was just calling to see if I could talk to one of your workers?"

"Name of the worker ma'am?"

"Dorian. I'm not sure what his last name is though."

"That's alright, I know who he is. I'll just be a moment."

I waited in silence, nervous to speak to Dorian. The father of my child. Just thinking about a living being inside of me was scary enough. I'm going to be a mother, possibly a single mother raising this baby on my own.

It was only two nights, he wouldn't want this. I would just tell him then leave, at least I would let him know.

"Hello?" His deep voice sounded through the phone catching me off guard.

"Dorian, it's Flora We met twice, at the bar and store."

"How could I forget. We met three times, the bar, your work, and the store." I could just imagine him smiling at my nervousness.

"What time do you go on a lunch break? I need to talk to you about something."

"Anytime I want. I'm a hard worker and they let me do just about anything here."

"Can I go by now perhaps?"

"Yeah, Fine with me."

"Alright see you then."

"Goodbye, Flora." He seemed to say teasingly like he knew something I didn't. I hung up quickly, my body was flushed just by listening to him. I grabbed a small box and put the tests in there then gazed into the bathroom mirror.

"You can do this. You're a beautiful strong woman that can face him. Tell him you're with child and if he doesn't want to be involved then that's that. Your family will be by your side supporting just like they always have. I can do this."

I nodded and grabbed my purse heading out to my car. On the drive over there, the doubt left my mind and the confidence grew. I was going to be a mother and I really didn't want to do this on my own but it's my responsibility to do so.

Sure I had my family but I always imagined that the baby daddy would help. Those were just my fantasies. Even the fantasy of this smoking man ending up in my bed did come true, I wasn't so sure he'd follow through with parenthood with me.

Before I knew it I was there at the construction site. They were refurbishing the building. I got down seeing guys at their posts working hard. As I passed, some looked at me as if they felt my presence which made me walk faster.

Then I saw Dorian's tattoos. He was drilling away at the cement with his muscles bulging, the veins prominent while his white tank top gave away what was underneath.

The way his muscles were flexing was doing something to my body. I knew even if I wasn't pregnant I'd still be horny for him.

He looked up and saw me. He immediately stopped the drill and gently placed it on a bench. He took off his gloves, safety glasses, and construction hat on the table then went over to me.

"Hey, what did you need to tell me?"

"Well.." I took out the box from my purse and handed it to him. He looked surprised but took it. Dorian looked at me for reassurance and I nodded for him to open it.

The lid was ripped open as he pulled out the three tests. He looked intently at each one as if they were different. His expression was hard to read, it didn't seem mad or upset. I looked away and saw that his co-workers were looking which made me even more nervous.

Should I have done this in private? I was so anxious to tell him, I wasn't even thinking clearly.

When I looked back at Dorian he still seemed to be taking all the information in. "Dorian please say something."

He looked at me taking steady steps towards me. Everything seemed to slow down, the gravel beneath his feet crumbled and it sounded like I could hear my own heart pounding with each step he took.

Dorian gently pulled me by the back of my neck and gave me a toe curling kiss. He held me possessively in his arms. I could feel the sweat on his body that I would usually be disgusted at but I had an urge to just be with him, anywhere near him would satisfy me.

He picked me up and laid me down on the bench. We were acting like young teenagers that didn't want to be apart. He was doing something to me and I absolutely loved it.

I opened my eyes and saw eyes on us once more. I laid my hand on Dorian's chest that stopped him immediately.

"You truly are pregnant?" He asked curiously with no hint of anger or disappointment. His eyes looked at me innocently as if the news was of grave importance. I was more concerned about the onlookers but clearly Dorian didn't care what happened to him.

"Yes, I am."

He gave me a breathtaking smile. "That's wonderful. I've always wanted to be a father."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He kissed me once more, placing his hand on my stomach. I hardly looked pregnant but I could feel the oncoming weight effecting me already. I only hoped that this pregnancy didn't cause me too much trouble.