His Secret Mistake

Chapter-14

CHAPTER-14

I looked around me, five to six months old pregnant ladies were sprawled around the room, sitting next to their husbands while here, I was stuck with Tommo the tease who was busy asking the rubber duck about his voyage in the Pacific Sea.

After realizing I don't know how to hold or bathe a baby, I decided to come to this day care centre to learn how to take care of a new born baby. The boys were on their three days break from the tour, all of them were busy and I had no option but to come here with Louis and he promised me he would steal extra gift hampers just for me. Who could have believed I was already six months pregnant. After three months, I would be welcoming my little angel in this mean world but I would try my level best to protect her.

My mind often drifts off to the thought of my little girl. I wonder how she would look like. How will be her face, chubby or roundish or both? How her nose would look like. Will it be a bit roundish like me or straight like him? Will her eyes be brown like me or green like her biological father. Which hair colour will she have, black or brown? Will her hair be curly or straight?

The first three months of the pregnancy were quite hectic for me as I was going through a deep emotional trauma. Everything is clear in front of you all, everybody knows the reason why. It was Eleanor and the rest of the guys who reminded me it was bad for the growing life inside and I needed to get myself together. I wasn't doing it for me but for her. If it wasn't for her, I would still have been lying in the corner crying for him after six months still wanting him to come back to me. The next three months were spent running for baby shopping and to the doctor's clinic to make sure she was growing healthily inside. Sometimes when I am alone, I think about him and only him. My mind is forced to think how 'he' would react if he was here. I would be lying if I said I don't think about the times if he was here with me and regret. I wonder if he would've accepted my pregnancy or would've left me. I sometimes think, he wouldn't have accepted the baby and eventually will leave me so I guess this was meant to be. I prefer rather than living a life with him not knowing about her than a life knowing where he knows about her still he doesn't cares. No matter what happened, the baby or not, I still wouldn't be with him. We weren't meant to be, I have now accepted the reality but it takes every part of me not to cry over him, I still think if he was here, how we would've been a happy couple. He would've sung to our baby when she was yet to be born and I am hundred percent sure he would never allow me to work and do it on his own.

What will be her reaction when she will discover that her father left her mother while she was in her? I feel a bond with her and I often find myself talking to her late night and a little movement in my womb is enough for me to know that my angel is listening. He would kiss me good night after kissing our growing generation inside me. Even when not born, I know she will be a lot like her father. Whenever I cry, I feel her cry along with me like he did even though I know it is impossible, she still makes me feel like that. Whenever I am happy, my stomach wobbles with excitement and I know she is happy in my womb.

"Back to Earth, Vie Vie" Louis snapped his fingers in front of me, pulling me out from my trance. "Again thinking?"

"Uh, no" I said blushing while the room was buzzing with the females chatting to the other females. I didn't know whom to talk to because they were all in their late twenties and I bet the lady sitting in front of me was more than thirty three but she wrote twenty seven in the form. She assumed she looked younger by applying more powder to her already pale face and more blush and a pout was planted on her face. Even though, she was seven months pregnant with twins, as she said, it never stopped her from wearing heels. I hope her kids will be fine.

The lady turned towards us and made a disgusting face noticing how young I am to have a baby and probably how immature Louis is for pressing those toys which made noise. She rolled her eyes when Louis imitated the noise and literally quacked on her face. This made me chuckle and I had to suppress my laughter while she whispered something in her husband's ear who turned towards us stealing a quick glance.