I always knew Robert was paying his lawyers a whole lot of money, and they certainly made up for that. Within fifteen minutes of my phone call to Robert, three lawyers showed up at my door, putting a stop to the FBI’s plan.
Mr Price was smart. He knew that anything I told him in those fifteen minutes couldn’t be used in a court of law, so he happily kept his mouth shut. We held a silent staring contest, during which I could tell that he was rethinking his entire strategy and approach to me. He assumed that I was a dumb girl who got herself knocked up by the first rich guy she could find. He didn’t take me to be like this, to be capable of having thoughts of my own.
The three lawyers were all in their mid-thirties. The one who took the lead was a woman, no older than thirty with beautiful black hair and dark brown skin. She wore a black pencil skirt with
We arrived at Robert’s office not much later. I had kind of assumed we would be going to meet him, and as it was in the middle of a weekday, there was really only one place he could be. The man was a workaholic after all.I spent the entire time chatting with Mahlia, who was much friendlier than I had ever thought a lawyer could be. She told me about the dorky guy she had been seeing, and we had a good laugh about men always thinking heart necklaces are cute.“Ms Teagan.” We were greeted by Robert’s assistant, though not the one I had been able to bond with yet. This was the scary blonde, the one who had been there for the interviews. She smiled at me for sure, a supermodel smile even, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Mr King wants to speak to you. Ms Adler, if you and your sister could wait here for a moment, we wi
The car took us straight to Robert’s house, which luckily was no longer occupied by a horde of reporters. We could go straight in through the front gate, but with Robert and his assistant being at the office, there was no one to greet us there besides the security guard to open the front door. He left immediately after, and though I kind of knew the layout of the house, I still felt like we were intruding.“Wanna go take a nap?” I asked Clara, praying that she would say yes. Clara still held onto my hand and luckily nodded her head, so I went straight for the stairs. If anything, I definitely knew where to find the bedrooms in this place.I brought her to what had been her bedroom when we had stayed here before. With her favourite stuffed animal by her side, which was a pink unicorn named Bob, Clara was asleep in no time. But much
Robert’s words stayed with me throughout dinner. It was a risk to have Clara in my full custody, was it just my own desire to have her listed as my child? I know what had crossed Robert’s mind, he was wondering if I wanted this simply to replace the loss of the baby that would never be mine.A good distraction was the food, which was heavenly once again. He made a separate kids meal for Clara, who at least really tried to eat cleanly today. She wasn’t that good at it, as near the end of dinner half her shirt was covered in sauce, but she did try.I happily listened along to Clara and Robert’s conversation. She told him about what had happened in nearly the full season of Totally Spies she saw today, and how the laser lipstick was her favourite gadget. I noticed how every few minutes Robert would look at me, but I was more tha
I was once again woken up by Robert, though now it wasn’t after a short nap but instead after a deep sleep that seemingly had lasted for days. I was refreshed, I was charged up, I was… Incredibly late to drop Clara off for school.“You sure can sleep,” Robert commented, sitting on the side of the bed. My eyes had wandered over to the alarm clock, it was 12:02 and I was officially the worst guardian she could have. I shot up in bed, but Robert blocked my way out.“Clara?” My sleepy brain managed to ask. Robert smiled.“Was taken to school by my assistant.” He answered. “We agreed that you should get some extra sleep, though I didn’t expect you to have the sleeping schedule of a teenager.”I
I found my apartment cleaner than it had been since the day I moved in here. Much like Robert’s house, not a thing was out of place nor did it look like a rampant child and a pregnant young adult lived here. The cleaners had taken care of messes that the FBI hadn’t even made, and I was more and more interested in how Robert had made his fortune, so that this ‘no cleaning’ lifestyle could become mine too.I had exchanged some vague messages with Max about possibly meeting up to talk, but really everything was just a big build up to the doctor's appointment on Friday. Every time I caught myself being nervous it was due to that appointment, and every time I reminded myself that it was probably nothing. Robert didn’t make this any easier, as he had his assistants check in via text almost hourly to see if I was resting or not.
Rest.It was all that we were given in the end. I had to rest and avoid stress at all costs. Even when Robert started to lose his temper when he threatened lawsuits and taking away doctor Ward’s medical license. All we were told was that I needed to keep my rest.It was a good argument to hold over Robert’s head. Doctor Ward had kindly reminded Robert that him screaming lawsuits would only increase my stress. Even Robert didn’t know what to say to that. We left the office quietly.“I’ll have someone pick up Clara.” He said when we were outside again.“Why?” I asked. I was struggling to zip up my jacket, my hands were shaking so badly. The street itself was rather quiet, but the main road a little away from us
I checked my phone every few minutes, waiting to see the text come in that I had been dreading. The car was otherwise entirely quiet, with only some sounds from the freeway beside us. Once I nearly dropped my phone when a car near ours started honking, but other than that I was definitely completely calm.I had sent Robert the carefully crafted explanation of why I didn’t think it was wise for me to move in with him for the remainder of my pregnancy. I walked the fine line of admitting that the hormones made it difficult to remind myself that this was a contract, not a relationship and that he could sometimes cause me more stress. Still, I dreaded his response.I had just dropped Clara off at Kiara’s place, where they would be holding a sleepover together. Both ladies seemed excited about it, which calmed my nerves a lot. Though I had
The business card disappeared to the bottom of a drawer I never opened. Though the visit itself hadn’t caused the strange pains to return, I still had to think of my baby first. Possible murder allegations were a hard thing to put at the back of your mind, but with taking care of Clara and wondering what could be wrong with the baby, it was overshadowed by other worries. The tests had come back, and we were once again scheduled for an after hours appointment. Kiara hugged me tightly, before smiling at me. “I am sure everything will be fine.” She whispered. Melody was asleep, Clara was watching TV. Everything seemed as calm as I wished I myself was. I returned a shaky smile to Kiara. “I hope you’re right.” I managed to say. I said a quick goodbye to Clara and made my way downstairs, where the car was waiting for me. I was wearing my most comfortable clothes, with a fuzzy warm vest that felt like a constant hug. I needed ever