The Billionaire’s Given Baby

“Why didn’t you take the morning after pill?” queried Betsy.

“I was on my way to the pharmacy to get one when I got “the call” from Miranda Chase!”

“O.M.G the Miranda Chase of Crimson Elite Modelling Agency called your personal number and didn’t let her secretary do it, she must have been in dire need of assistance, Trish Washington I can’t believe this, when were you going to tell me!” shouted Betsy.

“Miranda said she was on a tight schedule, had a girl who was grievously ill, and needed a replacement without delay, clearly she thought highly of me. I wasn’t even aware that she knew my name, with so many other models working under her. I didn’t want this opportunity to pass me by, I had to make a big impression, so I decided to run home grab my portfolio plus travel bag and head up to her office. Now you understand why I was missing in action for the past few days, you probably thought I was shacked up with Chris as I am known to do. Anyways, that’s how I forgot everything about the pill, my mind immediately went to preparations for doing everything to the best of my abilities. Just so you know I nailed it, the shoot was a resounding success.” Squealed Tricia.

“Remind me how you came to be by Chris?”

“Well Betsy, the photo shoot lasted a week, so immediately after it was a wrap I headed over to his house. I went without calling him in my excitement to tell him the good news, then I caught him in bed with that bi*ch from down the road.”

“Trish this is too much, what did you do then?”

“Chris and I got in this huge shouting match while that sl*t grabbed her clothes and left. He basically blamed the whole situation on me for ruining his day. He wasn’t listening to a word I was saying, when I brought up the potential baby he just stormed off and left me in the house by myself. That’s when I called you.”

“You know you need to go to a doctor, you need to be sure, definitely can’t keep it Trish. I can ask around for someone who had specialized in that sort of thing.”

“Kill my baby, are you crazy! Have you forgotten how hard it was for my mother? She struggled with me, then had a caesarian for my baby brother, she was lucky because after my little brother the doctor said no more, for it could be fatal if she tried for another child, the women in my family have it hard in childbirth.” A familiar feeling of shame gripped Trish.

 Her parents were going to freak when they heard the news. They were regular churchgoers who didn’t advocate fornication much less having babies out of wedlock, she knew they would be for her keeping it, when all was said and done. She herself had big plans for her future and none of it had included room for a baby. Why did this have to happen when her career was finally taking off?

She felt like she was under a generational curse, maybe if she aborted it now when she was ready to have children later on in life she probably wouldn’t be able to. She couldn’t face the thought of being sterile, she love playing with kids and looked forward to the day when she would have her own. It never occurred to her that the time would be so soon. She was already struggling to come up with her share of the rent for the apartment, with all the odd jobs she had been doing, could she really throw the responsibilities of a baby into the mix. She had to be more upbeat and positive with this lucrative offer from the Livingstone Campaign, she was certain more job offers would come her way.

“You’re not being realistic Trish, when have you ever seen a pregnant Supermodel? For most top models when they have a baby that’s it, do you want to risk getting rid of all you have accomplished these past few years over a baby? Besides how can you already be attached to a fetus, it’s probably no bigger than your thumb right now, better to do it early, before it gets too big.”

“I don’t know Betsy this is something I’m going to have to think about, I don’t want to be that woman who has regrets later on in life.”

“Well you stay here and do that, I’m going to bed,” said Betsy as she stifled another yawn, she got up off the couch and headed into her bedroom leaving Trish by herself.

As much as Trish relied on Betsy for advice, she knew deep down that this was another rare occasion when they weren’t going to see eye to eye. She remembered how she met Chris Demontaque over three years ago and how he became the love of her life. Trish cried harder and curled up into a ball on the couch, a defensive posture she adapted whenever she felt her world was being torn apart.

The very first time she had laid eyes on Chris was when he had pulled up in front of the local grocery store on his studded black ninja motorbike. She was so impressed she couldn’t stop staring. That summer had seemed like the hottest heat wave ever, and he was dressed in purple gym shorts that hugged his perkily cute ass that hot summer morning. Teardrops of sweat glistened on his chocolate brown skin, his large dragon tattoo below his neck, breathed fire on his smoking hot body, her eyes scaled down from his broad shoulders to his chiseled chest to sculptured rock hard abs to his muscled hamstrings.

He removed a white tee shirt from his knapsack and put it on slowly like he was a model in a Nike commercial. At that particular moment, she thought that he could just do it to her anytime, anywhere she would be a willing and eager participant. The early morning sun featured the natural gold flecks of his dark brown hair.

He was irresistible, she went over to him and introduced herself. His eyes glazed while he looked at her physique and she could tell that her boldness had impressed him. Then he started to act very macho, pushing out his chest, flexing his biceps so she could see how strong he was while they talked. She flattered him with compliments, gave him her phone number and everything accelerated from there.

As time passed their lust deepened and their friendship dwindled. Chris wasn’t as educated as her because he didn’t finish high school and he lacked the hustle of being street smart.

They didn’t have much in common and she didn’t like his friends, they were a rough and rowdy crowd, the type to catcall women and hurl insults when their affection weren’t returned or start bar room brawls over the least provocation. They always felt the need to give him insane and unnecessary advice on how to treat women when in relationships. She wished often that he would use his God given brain and think for himself but it never happened.

It wasn’t always so negative at the beginning of their relationship, at first Chris had treated her well, and courted her by taking her out on proper dates, giving her little trinkets that she treasured. Somewhere along the line communication had fallen apart on both sides. He started talking down to her, criticized the way she dressed and added fuel to fiery arguments.

Recently, he had started smoking weed, he couldn’t hold down a steady job. Even started to take money from her to fund his addiction. She knew she deserved better but she didn’t want to be alone or start over with a new guy.