Chapter One

"MOM! MOM! MOMMY! MOM!........." Marianne saw lips move yet the sound could not be heard while Dee in thoughts, she immediately snapped out of the silence seeing that Rose, her beautiful six year old daughter, needed her attention.

"What is it baby?" Marianne asked.

"You have put too much peanut butter on my slice of bread",

Rose pointed at Marianne's hand with over spilled peanut butter.

"Oh my goodness!",

Marianne gasped as she quickly walked over to the sink to wash off the excess and dried them with a paper towel...

"What a waste" she said with such disappointment.

Marianne had been distracted by the latest news of her day, a pregnancy, unwanted for that matter-not by her though, but by her boyfriend of ten years, six months and 12 days.

Greg had always preached about how much of a struggle it is to care for her and their daughter. He was never ready for the responsibility so it always felt like she forced him into parenthood, despite being stable and old enough to have even three.

Marianne had been feeling off for a couple of days and she had never felt that way since the time Rose was on the way, she just had to confirm her suspicion with a home pregnancy test which without a doubt came out positive in clear detail you wouldn't miss it. Her fear of Greg's reaction over shadowed her excitement of having another bundle joy in the family, if you can call it that.

"Mom are you okay?",Rose concerned about her mother places her tiny hand on hers as her mom stood still with both hands leaning against the edge of the sink for support.

Marianne slowly getting out of another trance looked down at her daughter as the warmth of her caring and loving hand transferred some comfort to her,

"yes baby, I'm just a little tired"

"Are you sure mummy? Cause you are acting weird", Rose insisted.

"Are you calling me a liar?",

Marianne said with such humor finally to get her mind of her thoughts about Greg's reaction, picked her off of the kitchen floor and gave her multiple kisses on her face as Rose held her mother's neck for good grip. It was such a touching moment, until HE walked into the room and total silence aired the room.

"Good morning dear", Marianne greeted.

"What? Oh morning, where's breakfast? I've got an early meeting in an hour",

Greg asked as he searched the plates placed on the table in the kitchen.

"The one you're holding right now, that's yours. Would you like some coffee?", 

Marianne tried to keep her cool as she was waiting to break the sudden news to Greg.

Greg refused the offer with a hand gesture and walked out of the kitchen into the living room to turn on the television and watch some early news before getting ready for his meetings like always did, as he took a bite into his ham, cheese and lettuce sandwich Marianne tried to offer him juice this time to wash down the food or maybe spit out once he heard what she had to tell him.

"Thanks", Greg took the glass of orange juice with his eyes still fixed on what was happening in the news and set it on the stool right next to the one seater sofa.

There was no way Marianne was getting his attention while the news was on, she tried to pass slowly in front the television like she were picking something up.

"Can I watch the news first before you start your usual chores please?", he asked so irritated and put the sandwich down like he'd been fed up.

"I'm sorry, was just trying to get your attention. I-", Greg cut her off before she could say anything.

"I can't right now, I gotta get ready and leave real quick. Maybe later, or text me if you find the time",

he suggested as he walked out going to take a shower, not even taking his plate and glass of juice to the kitchen like a normal well mannered human being.

Marianne felt more anxious now, with every minute that passed her heart rate increased it felt as if she had been out running. She had a few ideas of how he might react to a baby on the way, all of which are not positive at all.

But she was already prepared with an action depending on what his answer would have been, her mother use to tell her to always be prepared no matter the circumstance. Through out her teenage life she had made wrong decisions, one after the other. It was  what got her into her relationship with Greg in the first place,

"Five minutes of fun for a lifetime commitment", is what she always told herself .

She never regretted having her little Rose, she was always a blessing, just imagine always being reminded that there's someone there for you with every kick in the womb, bliss.

And having another on the way she felt more blessed than scared, her only fear was having to do it on her own if he refused to accept the situation which was most likely to be outcome.

You would wonder how a woman like Marianne ended up with a self centered man like Greg.

Marianne full in curves, weighed an easy seventy five kilos and five two in height. Her slightly tanned Brazilian skin tone complimented her hair color and eyes of which both are light brown, hair as soft as the as most expensive wig ever made and lips light pink designed to give the warmest heartfelt kisses.

It's funny how low self esteem works in a human being, Marianne lost her mum at a very young age and her father was always on business trips leaving her with a grandmother that really had no business raising a child all over again, but she couldn't say no to family. Marianne never had someone to always remind her that she deserved the very best, her father's tirelessly multiple trips should have been proof enough that someone out there was working to keep her alive, under a roof, eating good food, wearing the best clothes and just being responsible for her sake. Without emotional support, it felt like he didn't care.

Marianne quickly cleaned up after Greg and Rose, who happened to be in the living room watching her favorite early morning cartoons. She saw a chance to get at least five minutes with Greg before Rose started looking for her again, slowly she tip toed to the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her.

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