Accept My Baby

Chapter 2

Amanda didn’t know just how long she had been driving before she finally pulled up in front of The Three Towers hotel in New York City. Considering her long history with Brett, she would have wanted to forgive him. To give him another chance but all that went out the window when she finally got the courage to confront Brett. She already had an idea of what she wanted to hear.

She would have wanted him to say that it was a mistake. That it was a one-time thing. That there was something she did to warrant this kind of unfairness but that was not what she found out. The affair between him and Sienna had been going on for months. At least seven months as far as she could tell. That was why their relationship changed. The reason why Sienna stopped being the friend she was to her. She hated that it took so long for her to notice what was happening between them. It had been so obvious. The signs had been right in front of her and for some reason, she had not seen it. Even the way Sienna had acted when she walked into her house…she could have seen something was aloof. But she didn’t, until now.

Amanda and Brett had swapped cars. So when Sienna walked into the house, she had expected to see Brett. That was why she had been so awkward…Amanda should have known. Even the strange look Brett and Sienna shared…Amanda sighed. She felt so stupid. As soon as she talked to Brett and then Sienna, she knew more than she had hoped to. The two of them had been taking her for a fool for the better part of the year.

This was the worst Christmas holiday yet. She had packed a couple of bags when she went back home to talk to Brett and his mistress and once she was back at the Three Towers, she didn’t know what she was going to do. She wanted to go back home. To the house she bought. To the home she was supposed to be making with Brett, of course without Brett in it. That would have been divine. But there was a voice at the back of her head telling her that there was no way Brett was going to leave that house. And she could not stay there knowing that she was going to see Brett and Sienna every single day without pulling her nine millimeter Smith and Wesson out of storage. And there was more that influenced her decision. She had been feeling sick lately, a lot which was strange because she generally had quite the strong stomach. She had never been one to Google her symptoms but this time, she didn’t feel like she had a choice and every single page was pointing out the same thing. Something that she wished was not true.

“I can’t be pregnant,” she said to no one in particular as she checked out page after page on her computer. She then took her phone and looked at it for a long second before she opened her calendar. As she scanned the calendar, she could feel herself panic. She had not realized until then that she was late. She suddenly felt her heart rate spike. “I can’t be pregnant,” she thought again as she got up from the bed and grabbed a jacket and her purse. Her head felt a little cloudy as she made her way to the drug store downstairs and got a couple of pregnancy tests.

She was not sure what seemed longer. The walk back to her room or the five minute wait after she peed on the stick. When she saw the positive results on both tests, she felt like her heart was breaking all over again. She tossed the tests in the trash before she sat on the bed.

Her thoughts were all over the place as she scrolled through her emails. She sighed when she saw a reminder of an email she had been avoiding. An email from, Kayla Agostini, a lady she’d met back in France. Back when they met, Amanda had noticed that she and Kayla were very much alike. They both liked testing out what was different in their tourism rather than sticking to what search engines would suggest. Amanda took a long deep breath. It was her fifth night at the Three Towers and she suddenly knew exactly what she had to do. She was breathing hard and deep as she made a call to Emilia.

“Hello,” Emilia said in a groggy voice.

“Emilia, hey…it’s Amanda.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Emilia asked and Amanda sighed. It was around nine thirty in New York which meant it was probably four in the morning.

“I’m sorry love…I have not been keeping a good record of time lately,” Amanda said. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You sound like this is actually worth me waking up before the crack of dawn.”

Amanda wanted to roll her eyes and say something like ‘no kidding’. But she was too exhausted. Both physically and emotionally.

“The offer to come over? Is it still on the table?” she asked.

“Of course.” Emilia sounded a little more alert than she had been a few minutes earlier. “Sweetie, want’s going on? You sound stressed.”

“I just need a time out.”

“Of course, you can come over any time you want.”

“Good. Because I am booking the next flight out of JFK.”

“Oh,” Emilia muttered. “That’s sudden….but okay…do you want to talk about…whatever it is that has you all frazzled?”

“No. I just…I don’t really want to talk about this over the phone,” she said in a soft voice as she walked to the window. “I just want to get away from it all.”

“Anytime you want to come over, my door is always open for you,” Emilia said.

“Good. See you soon,” Amanda said before she hung up. She walked back to her bed and looked at the available flights.

She was still looking at her computer screen when her phone rang again. She exhaled loudly when she looked at the screen and saw it was Brett. It had been three days since he spoke to her and she was not about to give him a chance to explain himself again. By that time, she’d heard it all. All the different versions of how and why he’d been sleeping with Sienna. Most of his reasons had been stupid. Cliché even.

It was just the one time but Sienna had contradicted that information and told her that it had happened a number of times.

He had said that it was a mistake but if it was a mistake, why did he keep on doing it. Over and over again for months? And what reason did he have? Sienna’s husband was away but she was right there. She had almost always been around. The longest he had ever been alone was that month she had been on safari and she had begged him to take his leave then so they could travel together but he wouldn’t. She sighed when she heard a beep in her phone meaning he’d left her another voicemail.

“I wonder what he has to say now,” she thought as she picked her phone to listen to what he had to say.

Mandy, please pick up. I don’t know where you are and I am worried about you.

She rolled her eyes.

“If you were that worried about me, maybe you should have kept your di*k in your pants,” she thought.

I know what I did was stupid but we need to sort this out. We need to at least sit down and talk…figure out how to move forward from this. Figure out how to heal…

She couldn’t bear to listen to what he had to say anymore. She deleted the message and tossed the phone on the bed next to her computer. Her heart was racing as she looked at the Travelocity page and clicked on the first flight. This was it. There was no going back.