Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Freya’s POV

 

“You are pregnant, miss Freya” The doctor in a white lab cloth revealed, stretching for a paper that indicated the result of my pregnancy while my jaw dropped in shock.

 

“Pregnant?”

 

Today was the third week I cut off everything I had to do with Bryan and also the day I had a one night stand with a total stranger.

 

 

Like I was saying, we conducted a test to be sure of whatever the symptoms are. The test result indicates that you are pregnant.” He declared again and I was stiff, taking the results from him.

 

I was stunned. The news hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me breathless and reeling as I stared down at my stomach.

 

“Are you okay?” He asked and I gazed at him.

 

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” I said repeatedly as he just stared at me in concern.

 

I stood up in an instance without listening to his remaining remarks. I was out of the office and I had different thoughts going through my mind. I didn't feel my body but all I just felt was numbness. 

 

I thought I had settled things within myself and I am getting back my heart but then things have to come out.

 

Knew I missed my period but I really wasn't expecting this at the right time.

 

As I walked down the lane, memories of my reckless night came flooding and I kept blaming myself for why I indulge in doing something like that because of a man.

 

I remembered vividly, the stranger's smile, the dimly lit bar and how I had let my guard down, and now….

 

Tears trickled down the corners of my eyes and I didn't know who to talk to at the moment.

What would I tell my mother?

 

How could I have been so careless? I didn't even know his name. Nor his identity. Why didn't I take some medication when I got back? Why was I so focused on Bryan breaking my heart into pieces than this grave mistake I had committed. 

 

"Why did I do that?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "Why did I let a stranger...?"

 

To think I was planning on my future on becoming a chef, my dreams. A baby wasn't part of the equation. Not now. Not even like this.

 

Who was he? Did he even remember me? Would he care?

 

Those weird questions were taunting me really bad and a thought came to my mind as I remembered I took a business card in my bag that day.

 

I flagged a cab and after some minutes I was in front of my apartment. Paying off the cab man, I rushed inside, going straight to the purse I took along,  checking in and out.

 

And there it was, staring at me without making a move. “Gosh.” I inhaled, calming down my nerves.

 

The possibilities of raising a child alone wasn't even in my agenda and I mustn't get swirled by Rachelle since we weren't near a good term.

 

My eyes scanned the business card, the name looked very familiar but I couldn't place my head on where I had heard or seen it before. 

 

I took it by calling the number immediately, it rang a few times before he picked it up. 

 

“Brandon on the line.” His husky voice came in. I breathed in my nervous self before speaking up. 

 

“Freya.” 

“I'm the lady  that night at the club three weeks ago, can we please meet up.” I rushed my words, I could hear him laugh a bit at the way I placed my conversation. 

 

“Okay, meet me up at Star restaurant by 5pm.” The call was dropped after he said that. 

 

When I checked the time, I saw it was already 4:30PM and I had just a little time to get ready and go to meet him. 

 

I went to have a little shower before dressing up in a short pink flay gown with my blue slippers while I took my black purse along. 

 

I breathed in and locked my door as I went out. I saw Brian standing outside the house which made me roll my eyes nonchalantly. 

 

“What are you doing here?” I snapped in anger as I was trying to keep to the time the guy had given to me. 

 

“Freya, please listen to me. It's been 3 weeks since you started avoiding me. I could swear I really did everything for us. I know how much my family were against you being with me and I couldn't do anything when my marriage was set up with Rachelle.” 

 

I sighed in frustration, seeing him right now makes me want to throw up in disgust. I didn't want to discuss anything with him so I just passed by him and he tried touching me. 

 

“Brian, please, I'm not interested in you anymore. Let's just go our own ways. Or I'll sue you for assault.” I warned him which made him step back as I left flagging a cab to the star restaurant. 

 

Getting there, I called his number and he picked up. “Come in, a waiter will come to pick you up.” He said immediately. 

 

I went in and couldn't help but notice it was all silent and no one was inside, the waiter came to meet me directing me to him. 

 

Immediately I got there, the waiter left, his back was turned to me so I was yet to see his face. 

 

He turned to face me and my mouth dropped in shock who it was. 

 

“Brandon.” Now I knew why the name was very familiar to me. He was Brian’s uncle.