บททั้งหมดของ Baby's Daddy: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

She took her finger off the indicator and stepped on the gas, going after the black car.  As she zoomed after the car, the absurdity of the what she was doing struck her. She wasn't even sure if it was him. A cream sedan car had slid behind the Mustang, obstructing her view of the number plates.  What even if it was him? she thought. What would she do? She had nothing with him and was even relieved to not be with him anymore. They were due for divorce mediation next week and then wouldn't have to see each other again for the rest of their lives. So why was she about to make her presence known? Yeah, he had lied about his whereabouts (if the Mustang was him at all), but that didn't mean a thing, did it? She couldn't care less if he had gone to Antarctica, or still lived somewhere in Illinois.  So why was she on the chase after his car? she questioned herself again. 

One would think life would cut her some slack after the whole kerfuffle of the afternoon, but then it turned out it wasn't quite done with her yet. She barely trudged her way out of the elevator to her apartment when her phone started to ring. It was Kevyn, and of all times to call. She swiped her keycard and stepped in, immediately toeing off her flats. Then she found the nearest sofa and sank into it. She so very much wanted a cool, aromatherapic bath right now, but she didn't see how she could possibly postpone Kevyn's call. Her brother had a record for being paranoid, especially when it came to matters concerning her. So, sighing heavily, she swiped the call to pick. "Key," said Kevyn in greeting. "Are you okay?" Kiersey was even too tired to roll her eyes up. "Come on, you can do better than that. And what makes you think I'm not, kiddo?" She could just imagine her brother r

The sun was high overhead and burning hot as usual when Kiersey arrived at the airport. Exhausted, she paid her silent taxi driver and immediately started searching for the nearest refreshment. She was lucky to find get a chilled bottle of fruit milk drink at the nearest duty free. Recently, her proclivities went towards chilled, brain freezing drinks. Kiersey wasn't sure if that was good for the baby, but she just couldn't help the craving. Sometimes she craved for chilled stuff so bad it felt like she'd break down if one didn't gush down her throat soon enough. Her flight was in thirty five minutes, and aware of that, she had come early anyways. After all she had had the day off from work and had spent the time doing laundries and other little stuff, sufficiently boring herself out. Then she wandered more departments of the duty free before finally claiming a seat in the departure lounge. Watching

He raised a thick, curved eyebrow, his eyes twinkling in amusement. If he dropped the magazine lower, Kiersey was sure she would spot the twitch of those dusky rose lips in the hint of a smile.She tightened her grip on Zanéh and contained the puerile urge to step back like one scolded. His gaze, admittedly, did make her feel reproved."Yes," he said simply and put down the magazine on the glass extension tray spanning the side of his seat.His rosy lips, which looked pinker than the last time she had seen them, were slightly pinched, contrary to the amusement she had glimpsed in his eyes.Slowly, he rose to his feet, swinging his earnest gaze from her to the hostess. In the little time it had taken him to switch gazes, his stare turned from warm and amused to cold and daring.The hostess moved back a step, clearly intimidated. Kiersey could understand how she felt. She herself had felt a transient surge of alarm run through her at the weigh

"Uh," she started. "Um, I'm good." The artificial smile that followed the statement made her almost cringe. The guy wasn't blind.  "I'm doing just fine. I guess, " she added, when the skepticism still wouldn't leave his face.  He put up his hands in surrender. "I get it, I get it. You don't wanna talk about it. " She started to correct his impression but then stopped. Fuck it, maybe she didn't want to discuss her private life with a stranger, no matter how sincere he looked.  But she really was doing fine on her own. Despite all she had been through, she was still standing tall and strong and, so God help her, she was going to be better.  Feeling satisfied, she dropped her fork after the next bite and reclined back in her chair.  "Do you have family? " she asked. The question had been lurking somewhere in her mind