Four

Chapter 4

Kiara's POV

Her words poured down on me like ice, chilling my being. I blinked, gaping at her.

"No. You must be mistaken." I stuttered, disbelief colored my face.

There was no way I could be pregnant. Hell! It's not possible. I had sex once, just once. There is no way I can be.

"Kiara, I was a midwife for 26 years. I have seen more pregnancies than the number of gray hairs on my head." For an 85-year-old woman, she had a lot of gray hair.

"Maria, I am not. It's stress." I smiled. "You worry too much. I'm fine. I can't be pregnant."

"Are you sure?" I held her hand, flashing her a smile.

"I am."

"Fine."

"Aunty!!!" Belle screamed happily. "Aunty, look."

"Time for their little presentation," Maria mumbled as we headed toward them. I watched their crazy and funny play, laughing happily, with the thought of pregnancy lingering at the corner of my mind.

I bit my lower lip, pondering her words.

"No... snap out." I shushed. I wasn't pregnant.

I had more important things to do than nurture this stupid thought.

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"The pregnancy results will be out by noon tomorrow," the doctor spoke, as I stared.

In my defense, I needed to end this once and for all. I had more important things to do, and thinking about the probability of me having a child isn't in the top 50.

Plus, curiosity is a bitch.

"I need it now."

"Ma'am, the least we could do is speed up the process, and you'll get the results in two hours."

"I will wait." I leaned back as he ruffled in disapproval.

"Ma'am. We will send the report to you when..."

"I will wait."

He thought for another second, then nodded in agreement, not that I would listen to anything he said.

"Good." Ignoring his gaze, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the plans. The project was so close to completion; a little more time and the product would be out in the market. Amidst my thoughts, my phone buzzed with incoming new headlines.

"King of perfection: Silva Blackwood spotted in the Health Care hospital at 8am."

Interesting. Seems he finally decided to check his head, probably a lot of loose screws up there. I clicked the notification, and the page played out. His picture was nested above the write-up.

Fitted in a black suit, he stood elegantly, a towering 6'2 feet tall, hands tucked into his pockets as he spoke on the phone. Luckily, the cameraman had a direct view of him, capturing his breathtaking beauty.

He was fine, not as dazzling as they described. He had chiseled jawlines, pink lips rooted beneath his sharp nose, perfectly styled black hair, and his eyes, which were the only thing I could say was good. His eyes were green, enchanting. But not as enchanting as my dearest one-night stand. I couldn't remember his facial detail, but his eye, his scorching gaze etched its way into my mind. They were captivating, maddening, and electrifying. I literally shiver at the thought of him.

I dragged my gaze back to the picture.

"Snobbish ignorant fool."

Two hours flew by as I awaited the report. I whistled, fisted my knuckles, and took several deep breaths, which did nothing to ease the gnawing feeling within me.

"Miss Monera, the doctor wants to see you." I sprang to my feet and made my way to the office, my heart drumming harder, my stomach suddenly crampy.

I walked in and sat, watching the doctor smile happily, unlike his earlier frown.

"The results are out." I snatched it greedily from his hands, flipping it open.

"Pregnancy: Positive+"

"Congratulations, Miss Kiara. You are pregnant." He announced it as if it were something to be happy about.

"Huh??" No... no... no! I scanned through the report, looking for where it would say negative. "I... I am pregnant???" I froze, my eyes widened.

This can't be happening.

"You are. Although the fetus is still at the first stage of its development, you have to be conscious and take extra care of yourself to avoid complications."

"Huh?" I winced, unable to form words.

I am pregnant! I am actually pregnant.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?"

"I... I... am. I'll be going." I staggered but caught myself before moving as fast as I could out of the hospital and into my car as I sped out. My mind swirling with thousands of questions.

How will I take care of a baby? Hell! I don't know anything about caring for a child. How will I handle pregnancy? What will Mom say?

Damn! I banged the steering wheel before I recalled myself. I was pregnant: no stress or doing stupid things to harm the baby.

"Shit!"

Hours went by slowly, letting me soak in depression. I sat with my face buried in the steering wheel, the car parked on the side.

I am pregnant.

I took a deep breath.

Screaming won't solve shit. I need to calm down and think.

Think.

"I am pregnant, and there is a baby in my stomach, and, uhm... and... I don't know what I am doing." I shook my head. "Calm down, Kiara. You can handle this. You have overcome bigger problems; this should be easy." A little pep talk did the trick. I stared at the rearview mirror, watching my pale reflection. "First off, I have to go back to the hospital." The doctor said something about complications. I need to know that my child is perfectly healthy. "Then I need to buy healthy food, no more junk, and no staying up late, Kiara," I said. "Thirdly, I need to buy baby stuff and fill my apartment with positive energy. Is that good for a baby, right?" I nodded at myself. "Yeah, I got this."

~~~~~~~~A WEEK LATER

"I don't got this." I whined, stuffing my face with ice cream as I stared at the huge screen. "I can't stop." I scooped more. "Ice cream isn't good for your baby! Stop." I screamed, yet continued munching on it. I couldn't help it.

Reluctantly, I pushed it aside, switched the TV off, and hid under my blanket, afraid I might go for it.

It was 2 a.m., for Christ's sake. I should be sleeping, not stuffing my face with junk food.

"Relax, Kiara. Stressing out means stressing the baby out, or whatever my yoga teacher said." I tossed the blanket off my head, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room would have been pitch black if the moonlight had not penetrated through the window, which illuminated the room.

I puffed a loud sigh, listening to my heartbeat, my hands placed on my stomach.

One week had passed. Things weren't as difficult as I assumed, but I knew it wouldn't always be like this. Six months from now, my stomach would be so big even a blind man could see I'm pregnant. I will take three months leave from work. Then, after he or she is born, I will take an extra year.

"Oh my gosh! I didn't think of a school she would go to. Not some fancy bore-head school, nope. I want a good, mannered school. I wouldn't want them influencing my child badly." I smiled happily as another thought struck me. "Wait... I am going to have a mini-me? Aww. I wonder if she would be as badass as her mother or..." I halted.

Her father? No matter how I tried not to think of it, I always do. It was a one-night stand, but that doesn't mean I should try to take his child away from him or deny my child her father's love.

I knew what it was like growing up without a father. I would never let my child go through that. I want my child to have a father. She deserves the love of both her parents—something I never got.

I released a long sigh. "How on earth will I find Mr. Impossible... oops, I mean your father."

Well... I could start from the club.

Perfect!!!!

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"I am sorry, Ma. That's against our policy."

I snorted, glaring at him. It's not his fault; it was the rules, but that didn't stop me from sending hateful glares at him.

"Ma'am!"

"Call your boss," I started rolling up the sleeve of the red short-sleeved dress, which had a collar that ran down, exposing a little of my cleavage, and a bow at the stomach, which did well to hide my pregnancy. I didn't have time to style my hair, so I rolled it into a bun with a little strand curled and let it hang out.

"I am here..." The bald man, suited in a black suit, spoke.

I zeroed my gaze on him.

"Ah! If it isn't Miss Kiara Monera." I didn't know if I should be happy or disgusted that my name had spread so wide it burrowed into the deepest and dirtiest of places. "What do I owe this visit?"

"I need to have a look at your CCTV footage."

"We don't allow that, but because of you, sure." I didn't bother thanking him; I followed him to the security room.

"Which part of the club? Our casino has the...."

"The VIP." He turned serious, changing from the overly friendly manager to a serious, cold one.

"I can't."

"You can and you will."

"The VIP section was named VIP for a reason. We can't violate their privacy."

"I am not invading anyone's privacy. I need to find someone." I flared.

"The same thing."

"It is not."

"I can't help you. I'm sorry."

"I don't need your sorry." I slashed out. "This is very important, and I am not spying. If I wanted to, I would have..."

"I can't."

"Fine." I threw one hateful look at him, turned, and left.

"Did you do it?" I muttered, stepping out of the office and toward the exit.

"Yes, ma'am." The voice came from the earpiece I wore. "I have downloaded the whole file for the exact date you want me to."

"Good." I beamed. I knew how strict clubs are with their VIP. He would have never agreed. All I needed to do was stand in the same room as the computer, and the chip would automatically connect, enabling my dearest spy to get the file. "Get the ones from the time interval of 11 p.m. to 5 a.m. and send them to me."

"Done," I smirked. I work with proficient people.

"Goodbye." I hung up and sat in my car and scrolled through the files he sent. I arrived at the club at some time around 9:14. Add two hours for the drama. If I am correct, then I met him at 11:14. I clicked on the video for that time. It was the hallway of the VIP. I watched closer, and just when I was about to give up... I spotted him. He walked through the hall, dominating every corner. Sadly, it was only his back.

"Cam 33 was placed at the side step, which led to the passage, so going down it's cam 34, 35." I thought and hurried to cam 35.

I squeaked, watching the approaching figure.

So close. He walked like the king I assumed he was, inching closer to the camera lens until his full details were as visible as day.

My heartbeat stopped, and so did my every sense as I stared at him. Reality crashed on me, scattering my being. "Mr. Impossible, my supposed one-night stand is..." My breathing clogged. "Silva Blackwood!"