The Billionaire’s Given Baby

Chapter 8

“Hey Clive, your precious little girl is here.”

“Hey Mom and Dad.” She put down the bag of groceries she bought for them every month and got up to kiss them both individually on the cheek. “I’ve got some news to tell the two of you, it’s better if both of you take a seat.”

Mom got that worried look on her face. “Oh honey, what could be so serious?”

“I’m pregnant Mom.”

She shared a look with her husband. “Well… Congrats Trish, I really don’t know what else to say, it’s a shock yes, but I’m glad that’s all you have to say.”

“What do you mean by that’s all?”

“We were expecting something worse like you’re dying from Aids or some other disease, a new life, though unexpected, is always a cause for celebration, granted we would have preferred if you were married, but with the type of loose lifestyle you’ve been living this is kind of expected.

“Good to know you both have been discussing me behind my back, I thought you especially would be most upset by the news.”

“Trish, you’re a grown woman. It’s hard to believe my precious little girl is twenty six years old, but we taught you enough to handle yourself like a mature woman and make the right decisions when the time comes, besides it’s not like you’re in high school. If that was the case this would have been a whole other conversation.” Sylvia chuckles after she made that point.

“Sylvia, I for one am most upset. This is nothing to smile about, who knocked up my little girl?” Clive was most outraged.

“Shush Clive, stop squeezing my hand so tight, it feels like you’ve cut off my circulation.” He promptly let go.

“It was Chris dad, the guy I brought around here two years ago for dinner and you said not to let him step foot in your house again.”

“Well you should have listened, you wouldn’t be in this predicament right now. So where is the young man, why isn’t he at least waiting outside for you while you share the good news?”

“He wanted me to get rid of it Dad and I couldn’t.”

“Sylvia get my gun! Where does he live Trish?”

“Clive calm down, the doctor warned you not to let anything send your blood pressure up, take a deep breath and count to three.”

“Damn it, I’m not too old to set that young man straight, these men today don’t respect women anymore it’s a sad world we live in, what will happen to the youths of tomorrow with no men to guide them.”

“Mom is right Dad, I’m not a little girl anymore. Trust me to handle this okay?”

“You’ll always be my precious little girl.”

“I know that Dad, and I love you and Mom so much, that’s why I chose to tell you both face to face, rather than over the telephone or let you guys hear it from some stranger on the street.”

“Thanks honey we appreciate the news, just know you have our full support.” They continued to talk about the latest news in the family and the neighborhood before Trish left to go home.

*****

Trish had a sudden craving for vanilla ice cream and decided to stop at the local grocery store on her way back home. Guess who she would spot at the checkout flirting with the cashier, none other than Chris. She promptly put back the ice cream as her need for it died on the spot. She only thought to make a hasty exit before he noticed her. She made it to the door when she heard her name called.

“Trish, Wait up!”

Pretending she didn’t hear him wouldn’t work he was fast on her heels. “What now Chris?”

“Is that any way to greet your baby daddy?”

“I don’t have time for this Chris. I need to get home.”

“You’re always in a rush, let me give you a ride home on my bike.”

“No thanks. I’m fine walking home now.”

“So it’s like that now huh.”

“Like what, Chris what maggot do you have growing in your small brain.”

“I’m not a fool. You’re dating that guy I saw drop you home in his fancy car last week.”

“So what if I am, it’s not like we are together anymore.”

“Did nothing I say matter to you last week?”

“I’ve heard it all before Chris. It’s not going to work this time.”

“Trish that’s my problem with you, you’ve never given me a fair chance.”

“I’ve given you more than enough chances to prove yourself and you failed every time. I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time talking to you.”

Chris ignored that statement. “So when you gonna come over to my place and Netflix and chill with me?” He asked. The smell of weed emanated off him and wafted straight to her nose, making her feel nauseous. It must be due to the pregnancy because as much as she hated the smell of weed, it had never affected her so strongly before today. Trish fanned him off then used that same hand to unconsciously cover her nose.

“I see you haven’t stopped smoking that weed, I won’t be coming over to your place anytime soon. It can’t be good for me or the baby.”

Chris repeated. “So when are you coming over again?” He started to get impatient. Maybe Trish hadn’t heard him right, she was putting on airs like she was too good for him now and he was beneath her. He could see that Trish no longer loved him anymore, she was rapidly losing interest but he couldn’t accept it. That wasn’t a reality he wanted to face he was selfish and he needed her support now. The female manager was crafty and stingy with her money, while Trish wasn’t and had often supported his habit in the past. Chris still had his looks but it had started to diminish due to his heavy drug intake. Trish realized in that moment that she had finally outgrown Chris.

Initially she had been attracted to him because of his handsome features, his winning personality and immense popularity when they had originally met. He easily charmed women with baby looks and always defeated opponents in street fights, whether flying solo or with his boys. Trish did everything she could to maintain her appearance and please him but it was never enough. He always wanted more than she had to give.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He pressed Trish hard when she didn’t answer him.

“No, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of housework to do.” Trish tried mentally to come up with a strategy to diffuse the situation but nothing came to mind. Chris was like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any minute and she didn’t want to get caught in the radius. She needed to get out of this mess without creating a scene and drawing a crowd. Luckily as far as she could see there was no one else on the sidewalk but them.

When Trish refused him, Chris didn’t want to take “no” for an answer. He grabbed her hand at first, when she refused to budge, he shoved her with force against the nearby fence. He pressed into her, holding her hands at first so she couldn’t struggle, then he pressed his lips against hers. He just wanted to rekindle the spark, even though his breath stank, he kissed her with all the passion he could muster, until he felt her loosen up and he let her hands go. Everything that he had pent up inside that he wanted to give her for days.

Chris had never been physically abusive to her before, Trish was in shock. She couldn’t reconcile this new side of Chris with the one from her past. It seemed like he had a split personality and she couldn’t believe that this facet of his personality was always there. Given her limited experience with men, and her naïve belief in trusting men until they messed up was going to haunt her for all her days. To think that Betsy was a better judge of character than she was, was a harsh lesson to learn at this point.

To wish that Chris would have become a changed man and someday take an active role in his child’s life as well, she had truly been foolishly optimistic. A leopard never changes his spots and right now she was a spot that didn’t belong. She did not react at first. She slapped him in the face, it was stinging and loud, but nevertheless that didn’t stop him from manhandling her. Maybe he thought it was foreplay for he never eased up. So she kneed him in the groin.