100 Days With Mr Romero

As I gazed by the window of the balcony, I could not help but let out a sigh. What was all these? What was I doing? How was I to explain to my parents that I was getting married, more so, about to have a baby in nine months. It was all just too much. For me, and my hormones.

“The view is really nice. I always come down here whenever I feel stressed.” Gideon spoke lowly as he rested on the wall, facing me. I chided myself internally not to blush. It was all just so simple to get myself riled up by him.

“Good for you. I guess I’ll talk to you later.” I said, trying to walk past him and into my room. I moved into the penthouse with him few weeks ago and together; we were planning to travel down to my parents by the weekend.

“Emily, wait.” I was grabbed by my arms and I immediately looked up at him with raised brows. “What?” I questioned and he looked away. That only made me raise my brows the more.

“What?” I questioned again.

“I’m just going ahead to say this.” He said and continued, “I want to taste you.”

My heart choked and aches painfully sweet in me. Like he just controlled all my hormones, I felt myself get wet. I could only resist the urge to rub my thighs together.

Even as my body and even mind protested, I said, “No.”

“Why?”

“Because it would complicate things.”

“You didn’t have any problem with it before,” I heard him say.

I bit my lips looking away, I couldn’t stare into those eyes of his, it’s one of the things I fell for months ago. “Well, that’s before you got me pregnant,” I said quickly and walked away before he tried to stop me. I could feel his gaze on my back, but I ignored it, not letting it affect me so I won’t misplace my steps and hurt myself, or my unborn child.

“Wait!” I heard him say and immediately I felt all muscles in my body freeze at his command. “We do need to discuss… plan for the wedding.” I turned to face him. “A friend of mine will be coming tomorrow, you two ladies could discuss.”

“Won’t you be there?”

“I have business to attend to,” he said, his voice cold. With that he walked past me in powerful strides not sparing me another look.

Why the sudden change? I decided to ignore it, I was the one who just pushed him off, but still, the tone he had used has given me a cold skin.

I brought out my phone and dialed my mother, delaying wouldn’t help.

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“You’re pregnant? Do you know who the father is? And what do you mean you’re getting married!” I jumped a little at the anger in her voice, though I was now a full grown woman, my mother still held a iron grip on me, to her, I would forever be her baby.

“Calm down mum,” I said quietly, looking round the living room to see if anyone was close by.

She scoffed. “Don’t tell me to calm down, are you listening to yourself? How could you have gotten pregnant? First you committed fornication and fine, even if you wanted to sleep around, have you never heard of condom? They say if you’re going to do it, do it right.”

That was one thing my mum would always tell me whenever I met a new man. If you’re going to have sex with anybody, always use protection. “I didn’t think of protection at the time, I guess-”

I could hear her sigh. “Did he fuck you so hard you couldn’t think correctly?”

“Mum!” I snapped, my cheeks heating furiously. My mother has always been free with her words, never holding back. “Please this is already hard for me, if anything I need your support, I didn’t call to get scolded, I feel horrible enough.”

I got no reply for awhile. “How do you think your father will react to this?” She asked quietly.

My father would have a huge fit if he knew, pregnancy outside wedlock was a big no in his book. To him, I would forever be that little Emily, it was best if he didn’t know about the pregnancy, at least, not yet. “He doesn’t have to know about the pregnancy yet, he can find out later, I’ll just inform him of the wedding.”

“Wedding?” she gave a heavy sigh. “You do know that marriage is no joke, right?”

“I know that mum, it’s not like I plan to stay married to him forever, it’s for our image and my unborn child.” I rubbed my growing tummy, it wasn’t so flat anymore.

“I want to meet this man Emily,” she said. Of course she will want to meet him, I have thought of this before I called her. If Gideon is willing to get married for the sake of the unborn child, then he should have no problem meeting my family and playing along, though I fear what would happen if he meets my father.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“You will, soon.” I ended the call with my mother minutes later, to be honest, it had gone better than expected, I honestly thought she would smack me through the phone. I heard steps approaching behind me, turning back to find Gideon. He was looking down at his phone, dressed in a black suit. “Are you going out?”

“Yes. I have to go take care of something at the office.” He looked up at me. “I’ll be back late at night, if you’re hungry or need anything, meet Estelle.”

“My mother wants to meet you!” I blurted out.

He froze, looking surprise and confused for awhile, but they seem to clear from his eyes almost immediately as they had appeared. “Your mother? You told your mother already?” He sounded surprised.

“I had to, if we’re really going to do this, I should be getting ready right?” He didn’t say anything just kept staring at me. “I’m tired, I’m going up to rest my head.”