Chapter Five -No one knows about the pregnancy

Isabella's point of view.

Zachary invited himself in. Sat on our couch like he owned the place and even got Cameron to give him a glass of apple juice.

I watched him from where I stood, silhouetted by the shade from the kitchen. He looked different yet stayed exactly the same way he was years back. I wondered if....

"Are you going to stand there all day or are we going to talk?" He finally asked after twenty minutes of absolute silence on all ends.

I rolled my eyes at his words, "You could have called me, you don't have to show up like some sort of secret ninja or some shit like that," I replied dryly, my eyes darting from him to Cameron who sat on the other couch then to the staircase.

"And before you say anything, make sure you keep your voice down. I don't want to wake up my mom and cousins," I added the warning at the last minute.

That made Zachary roll his own eyes, "I don't want to wake up my future mother-in-law, what kind of a person do you think I am?" He placed an hand on his chest to feign shock.

Zachary wasn't bad looking, infact bad looking and Zachary could not be found in the same sentence. He had the whole golden retriever personality going on for him, beautiful wavy brown hair that caught the sun, a tall and lean body and chocolate brown eyes one could die into. A teenage hottie when we were younger and one who wouldn't date because we were betrothed.

That didn't earn me any points when we were still in school. Most of the girls hated me.

Cameron cleared her throat gently, "We're very sleepy and had a rough ride, we would want this discussion to be over soon so we can sleep," She said pointedly to Zachary.

She was right though.

"I just wanted to see Isabella again, it's been so long," His eyes were fixated on my face for a few minutes before he turned back to Cameron, "I wanted to see if she had changed"

Cameron nodded, she stretched out her hand like she wanted to reach out, "And now you've seen her, I'm sure this is such a joyful reunion and a way to end the night"

Cameron was a lot of things but this wasn't her specialty. She wouldn't be able to get Zachary out of here with just those words.

I walked to her and placed my hands over her shoulder.

"I'm sure I'll be invited for dinner soon, your mom used to love me so much back then and I wonder if she still does," I acted nonchalant, waiting for Zachary to take a hint and finally leave.

There was a time mom told me Zachary had piano fingers, long and slim, pretty. He wore a single black ring on his left hand. Some sort of twisted version of the engagement ring I got in the package mom sent.

One I wasn't wearing and I was pretty sure he noticed.

He turned his face away when he got up from the couch then turned around and looked down at my eyes. His fingers lightly grazed my chin.

"I wasn't the one that started this whole thing again, I knew how miserable you were when we were betrothed the last time," He said before lowering his head down so his lips were in the same line with my ears, "I would rather die than allow you do something you didn't want to do."

And with those words said, he turned around and walked out. His mission for the night was completed then.

I turned to Cameron, "Hope that didn't scare you," I said quietly into her hair as she hugged me. "He's not normally like that, I guess stalking me online with my family wasn't enough."

Cameron giggled at my choice of words, the single act caused tingles to go down my body.

"We'll fix this though, we'll find a way to fix it."

The rest of my night was spent with listening to Cameron snore lightly while tossing around while I thought about ways of getting out of this situation without loosing anymore money or our lives.

I couldn't even involve the police on a case like this. I hoped we could fix it though before Cameron's boyfriend got cold feet and stayed away from marriage altogether.

I had the worst headache of the century. Guess loosing sleep over such a situation could lead to feeling like someone was banging on my head with the strongest hammer he could find but loosing sleep over work made me more alert.

"Get everything ready, the show must go on this weekend. I'll be back tomorrow. No,no," I turned the phone to the other side of my head, "There's no way I would let something like that happen to her jewelries, she can trust me. Just get everything ready."

The hand on my shoulder almost made me jump.

"Relax," Mom's voice this early in the morning was an elixir for getting better, "Everything is going to be okay," She added before giving me a smile.

I almost lost my railings because I felt like laughing so hard at the moment.

I placed my hand over my mouth, "Why does everyone keep telling me that? I know everything will be okay because I'm working on it. I'm working on it so it'll be better again."

Mom nodded but I had this feeling she didn't want to argue with me. The dimples at the side of her face kept on distracting me though.

When I was younger, I often asked myself why I didn't have dimples like my mom. I thought it would make me prettier.

"I heard you talking to Zachary last night, I didn't want to cause a distraction so I stayed in my room."

There was a time where my mom was a heavy sleeper, dad often joked that she could sleep through a bomb blast. And now, here she was, not sleeping at all if the eye bags weren't proof enough.

I smiled, "Don't worry, he just wanted to see me. Five years is a long time plus he must have heard about everything and maybe, he wanted to know if I was worth getting married to," I told her after a few seconds of silence.

"And do you think he liked what he saw?"

I raised my shoulders in a shrug, "I don't know, I have never been able to read Zachary as plainly as I could read......"

The sound of my cousins calling out for my mom stopped the rest of my sentence. She gave me an apologetic smile and a I'll be back soon before hurrying along to help them out. I didn't know them though but they seemed to know me very well, guess mom entertained them with stories of me.

I spent the rest of the day sorting through my designs, drawing more designs while Cameron decided to explore the town. She had wanted me to come along but I honestly didn't have the desire to move around the town for reasons I didn't even know.

I couldn't stand the sight of the contract anymore so I kept it at the end of the room. Perhaps in a frustrated moment, I could see what I needed to get this foolish marriage out of the way.

"Perhaps we should have dinner with the Newmans," Mom announced once Cameron had walked out of the door, "Just both of us and see if we can say something that would turn the tide our way."

Her advice was okay but it wouldn't work.

"They basically murdered dad," I knew I shouldn't have said it like that when I saw the look on mom's face, "Shit."

"We're not sure of anything yet so don't go around telling anyone that."

"Who would I tell?" I asked sarcastically.

I placed my book on the table and moved to the refrigerator, ready to get a cup of water or something.

"I'm pretty sure Zachary was here to check on the child or something, know if I'm a baby mama hiding her baby," The joke just seemed to slip out of my mouth but it didn't make mom laugh.

I had to raise my eyebrows at her, asking a silent question.

"Isabella," She finally said, "Zachary knows nothing about the pregnancy, no one in his family knows."