Chapter 1

Noah's POV

I took a deep breath as I listed off the symptoms out loud. "Dizziness. Headaches. Morning sickness. Large appetite..." I waited a few moments before opening my eyes, and staring at the small device in my hand. Particularly, the flashing green plus on the screen. I let out a choked sob as I realized what it meant. I'm pregnant.

In all honesty, I wasn't as surprised as I should have been. I knew exactly how and why, but at the moment, that wasn't my biggest concern. I sank down against the bathroom wall, clutching my knees as I shook. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? There was no way I'd be able to support a child when I barely got by with food and income for myself.

Of course, there was one person who's be able to help... I shook my head. There's no way I'm contacting him. I don't need or want anything that has to do with him. Slowly, I stood up and grabbed my bag, slipping my shoes on as I headed for the door.

I didn't care where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The cool spring air greeted me as I stepped outside. I inhaled deeply, my nerves already beginning to fade. The small town was bustling with activity as people left work and headed for lunch.

I smiled slightly, waving to familiar faces as I found my way to the park. I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence as I pulled my thoughts together. I glanced down at my hands clasped around my stomach. I would have to find a job with better pay to support the child. But, that would also mean I'd have to move; nothing here would pay enough.

I sighed. For the time being, I would have to worry about a new job and a place to live. Then I could figure out what to do about the child. I'd already gotten a good idea of what I wanted to do, but I would have to see how it played out.

Liam's POV

I slumped down in my seat at the table as my mother's stares bore into me. The tension in the air was suffocating, and I wanted nothing more than to leave. Unfortunately, my mother wouldn't have it. "You need to take a bride, Liam. You can't stay single all your life. You're a CEO. It's time you started acting like it."

I sighed, looking to my father for help. He, however, seemed far more interested in the rice on his plate than the conversation. "Mother... I will take a bride, just not right now. Okay?" She looked like she had more to say, but luckily she nodded her head and went back to eating.

I excused myself from the table, and headed to my room, collapsing on my bed. My mother's rants got longer by the day, and she continued to nag and pester me about marriage. Truthfully, I hadn't even looked at a girl for almost five months. Not since I met him... I shook my head. I don't know what I'm talking about. I can't even remember his face, let alone his name.

But, whoever he was, I fell in love. It was foolish of me. It was only a one night stand, both of us drunk and having fun. Still, I like to believe that we had some sort of connection. Even though he left before I even woke up, not even leaving a note.

Even now, almost five months later, I still find myself wondering about him. Who was he? How is he doing? Where is he now? Why hasn't he come to find me? Does he even know who I am? I groaned, my own questions driving me insane as I ended up with no answers.

I glanced out the window, watching as the deep orange sky scraped the horizon of the city. I chuckled. I had always enjoyed the city view before, but now, I wanted to be back in that hotel, bundled up and watching the sunset there. Because then, I would still be holding him in my arms.