Chapter Forty

As she opened her mouth to speak, I held my breath. Though I already knew what she was going to say but this, this was final. Whatever she says now seals my destiny.

"You're pregnant," she paused then set the clipboard on her desk only adding to the tense air. "Two and a half weeks."

I froze, unmoving and unable to breathe.

Funke shook me, "Riya breathe."

She instructed but I just couldn't.

The only thing I could do was think, think about how my life is going to turn out.

Miserable.

"Victoria!" Funke called and I finally breathed, letting air flood through my lungs, almost choking on it.

"Hey, hey, you're fine." She rubbed my back soothingly. "You're fine, it's not the end of the world."

"How do I tell him? Andrew, he's going to leave me," I was panicking now, my breathing short.

"Hey, hey just relax first, you need to be calm to figure this out." Funke said, her hand still on my back but it wasn't working.

"No, no, no. I can't," I felt the tears pouring down my face and this time she pulled me to herself, engulfing me in a hug.

And I cried, I cried on her shoulders, my tears soaking her shirt but she didn't mind, she just kept saying soothing words to me, assuring me that I'd be okay.

It took a while for me to calm down so by the time she pulled away from the hug, I noticed that her Adrian's mother was no longer in the office.

Funke took me back home and she cooked for us while I laid on the couch with one hand on my stomach and the other under my head.

I was carrying something that had life in me meaning in a matter of nine months I would be a mother.

Was I ready?

No.

I still have a life ahead of me that I planned. Before the end of this year I'm supposed to start my master degree then go for my PhD later before my father would hand over the company to me.

Then I would start thinking of marriage, if Andrew and I aren't married already then kids.

Kids aren't supposed to come until the next three to five years. But no, I had to go mess it up and be stupid.

I screamed and threw the pillow that was resting at the top of the couch to the ground.

Funke ran out of the kitchen, a knife in one hand and a bulb of onions in the other, fear was written on her face. "What is it?"

I whipped my head to her and sighed, "sorry."

She relaxed, "aya mi to ja." (You scared me)

"Sorry," I repeated and she nodded before going back to the kitchen.

My phone began ringing on the stool beside the couch and I slowly sat up and picked it up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his name but not the type that gives you butterflies, the kind that makes you want to run away and hide.

One question remains unanswered, how am I going to tell him?

For sure he's going to think the child is his but I don't want to string him like that because what if the child ends up for Miles, how do I explain it then? The best option is to tell him now and deal with what will come now.

But not now, not even today. I'll have to tell him in front of Miles and come what may. Tomorrow feels like the better option, I'll get him and Miles together and tell them.

I slid a finger across the screen, answering the call. I pressed the phone to my ear, "hey babe."

"Hey you home?" It sounded like he was driving.

"No," I lied. I didn't want to see him or rather I didn't want him to see me like this because he'll know something is up and I won't be able to hide it from him, I'm not ready to tell him yet.

"Oh, okay can you call me when you're home so I can come over?" He didn't sound too happy.

"Maybe it's best we see tommorrow, I have a lot to do right now. I'll call you okay?" I only prayed he would take what I said and stop it there.

Silence ensued for a moment before he spoke again. "Okay babe call me. But are you okay, you sound a bit off."

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired," I sighed. "I'll call you tommorrow okay. I love you."

"I love you too baby," he hung up.

I stood up, picking up the pillow I threw on the floor earlier and dropping it back on the couch before walking into the kitchen.

"Can you not tell anyone I'm home, Andrew especially, I'm not ready to tell him yet." I requested and she nodded.

"You know you have to tell him," she said and this time I nodded.

"I'll tell him tommorrow." I said before going upstairs.

***

This is it, I'm going to tell them in a matter of minutes.

I had called both men to my house and currently Miles was sitted at my backyard, his phone in his hand and his legs crossed.

He hasn't seen me yet because I stayed inside and told Funke to tell him where to go when he comes. The chair beside him was empty, waiting for Andrew to arrive.

My phone beeped of a text, it was Andrew.

Where are you? It read.

I texted back:. Inside, go to the backyard, I'm coming.

I watched from the room window as Andrew appeared at the backyard and he paused for a second to look at Miles before he saw Funke.

After they talked for a moment he took the seat beside Miles. I watched both men exchange a small greeting.

I waited for a minute before going downstairs.

Andrew stood up when he saw me. He hugged me and planted a swift kiss on my lips, "what's going on?" He asked with so much concern in his voice.

"Just sit please?" I placed my hands on his chest before I stretched and kissed him, cherishing that moment.

He sat back and Funke came to stand beside me. She gave me the pregnancy test result I had gotten yesterday. I had made a photocopy so now I was holding two.

Without a word I gave one paper each to one man and stood back, watching their faces.

Miles was confused and he was the first to look up and our eyes met. He knew but he didnn't say anything.

I gulped and looked at Andrew whose face now lit up as he looked at me.

"You're pregnant," he stood up and without another word, his lips were on mine. " You're pregnant," he whispered now, cupping my face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, I was careless but you're pregnant." He breathed then looked down at my stomach and smiled.

I smiled back before the tears began to flow. His face changed instantly to worry.

I sniffed, "I'm sorry Andrew."

He wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb, "what are you sorry for? Why are you crying?"

I looked at Miles and his eyes followed my gaze and seconds after he pulled away from me. "No," he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I-" I didn't even know what to say.

"Don't tell me," he shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm not sure who," I said, my gaze shuffling between him and Miles.

His face said it all, he was dissapointed and most of all angry.

This is it, the moment I've dreaded for the past two days. He was going to leave me, I just knew it and I wasn't ready for it.

THE END

OF BOOK TWO

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