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Authors: Emma Jones
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A month had passed since Daniel last heard from Layla. At first he decided that he would forget about her – after all why should he worry about someone who obviously didn’t give a damn about him. Though, deep down and at the back of his head, he believed that the two of them had something special. He just had to prove it to her. He had to show to her that she was worth the effort. He started off by sending her a simple text message, in the middle of the day, when he hoped that Paul would be at work. It simply read, ‘Layla, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I’m pretty sure that I’ve fallen for you.’ He wasn’t such an expressive character, but it was easier through text and he went for it. He never got a reply but he spent the day wondering what her reaction was to that message. Daniel had a slight feel deep in his soul that he could sense happiness and joy again, after all he promised himself to do so, he thought about it and turned himself around to be more open to this whole idea of true love, it can’t all be just misery, death and despair around him. Those big, life-changing events, had shown him that life was short and that if you had the ability for love, you should embrace it. So he decided that he didn’t care how much of a fool he would make of himself, but he was going to do everything in his power to get Layla back, at this point of his life path he had no other choice but to try and make himself happy. He knew she felt something too – but he just had to get to show her that her perfect suburb wife persona that was built for her, was built by others, and she was just trying to live up to the expectations of others.
A day after the message, he sent her flowers – white tulips, which he already knew were one of her favourites after she pointed them out to him one day. Once again he sent them during the day, although he was starting to not really care who saw them or not. On the third day, he still haven’t heard anything back, but undeterred he sat thinking of the next thing to do – perhaps a bigger gesture to get her attention, when suddenly he heard his doorbell.
Weird,
he thought,
nobody visits me.
It was true, other than Layla there were very few people that came to his house. In fact, thinking back he couldn’t remember the last person that came to visit him. Despite this, the last thing he expected when he opened the doors was to see Layla standing in front of him. Layla. And she was in tears.
“Layla! What’s wrong?”
Layla came forward and the two of them embraced – she was so much smaller than him and so she tucked her head into the crook of his arm, sobbing.
“I’m pregnant.” There was a sense of finality in her voice and she suddenly stopped crying, becoming serious.
“Oh Layla. Does Paul know yet?”
She just shook her head and the two of them went to sit on the couch together. They sat close together and held hands the whole time. “So I’m assuming this wasn’t planned. I need to ask you though, why did you leave all of a sudden Layla?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Daniel, I thought I was doing the right thing. I honestly thought I wanted to be with Paul. I never wanted anything from you. When I met you the first day you were like a breath of fresh air for me – the complete opposite to Paul. I wanted to be with you simply to make myself forget about Paul – and perhaps even to make Paul jealous. Dammit – why did you have to be so amazing? I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch. I just left without saying a word and I’ve felt guilty about that ever since. But I couldn’t see you. If I did I was worried I would change my mind.”
Daniel sat watching her for a while and then came forward and kissed her. The kiss was slow, and gentle and so passionate that he desperately wanted more. When he pulled away there were tears streaming down Layla’s face. “Daniel… Daniel… I don’t actually know whose baby it is. I’m such a terrible person. I honestly don’t know.”
“You mean… you mean it could be mine?” Daniel asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
“It could be. I worked it out and it seems I’m about six weeks in already. So yeah, it could be yours Daniel. But I’m not going to lie to you… I did sleep with Paul too. Strangely enough, only once since I’ve been back. Which now looking back on it doesn’t seem normal at all. I’m not happy with him Daniel. What have I done?”
But Daniel was sitting in shock, searching her eyes over and over hoping he would find out the truth. “It might be mine.” He uttered.
He got up and took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. She seemed surprised but he quickly interrupted her. “No, I’m not going to do anything. I just want to lie with you. It’s been a rough few weeks for both of us.” She nodded and climbed into bed with him, the two of them wrapped in a warm embrace. Neither of them said anything but when they awoke they realised that they had fallen asleep for hours. “Daniel, I have to go. Paul is going to be wondering where I am.” Daniel felt as if he had been slapped in the face but she quickly came and took his hand. “I want you Daniel. I guess I’ve always known it but didn’t want to admit it. I’m going to find out who the father of this baby is – and then we can all decide what we are going to do.”
Then as she was about to leave she turned around, “I love you Daniel.”
Daniel sat in shock once she left. He had no idea how to feel about everything. The thought of having a baby with Layla was kind of wonderful – which was a surprise to him because he never considered himself as the type of guy that wanted to be a father. He thought about his parents and how much they would’ve loved her. They hated all the girls he used to bring home. The way he used to act as if he was the most important person in the world. He hoped that they could see just how much he’s changed.
Waiting was the worst part. He didn’t know when Layla was going to speak to Paul or when she was going to find out more. He assumed he’d have to go in for a paternity test, unless she just took Paul and found out through him. After all, she didn’t need both of them. If it wasn’t the one, it was simply the other one. But what if it wasn’t his? There was a big chance that this baby was Paul’s. Would she stay with him if that was the case? Or would she raise the child without him? Would I be comfortable with raising another man’s child? It was a little bit too much to handle at the moment. There was nothing he could do but wait.
Chapter 6.
Telling Paul about the pregnancy wasn’t easy. He was upset at first, telling her that he was not ready to have a child. And part of her was glad that he wasn’t excited about it. That would’ve actually made it worse. When she told him that she wasn’t sure if the child was even his – well he totally flipped out. “You mean you actually slept with that guy?” he practically spat these words on her, “Layla, how could you do that to us?” Layla got angry then, “But you slept with that other woman! YOU LEFT ME!” she shouted. “Yes, but you never loved me,” he retorted back. There was nothing she could really say to that. Finally, she decided to go to the doctor alone – to find out how far along she was. “Layla,” the doctor said, “congratulations. You’re going to be one of those women that only starts showing late, I have a feeling. My wife was like that. We didn’t know she was pregnant until she was ten weeks in. And she stayed normal for ages – so much that nobody even believed she was pregnant. And then all of a sudden – wham – her stomach grew big. So, my dear, it looks like you and my wife are the same – because you are already nine weeks in. I’m glad to say, too, that everything looks good and normal. So let’s schedule another appointment for three weeks’ time and maybe you can bring your partner in.”
Layla smiled. Nine weeks! She wasn’t with Paul at all in that time. As soon as she walked out the building she phoned Paul, hoping he wouldn’t hear the happiness in her voice. He seemed relieved. “Layla, we’re not going to work. I think it’s time we both admit it. We’re either too different, or too similar, I can’t quite figure it out. But we’re not right for each other. As much as I wish we were. I’ve always loved you, you know. But it’s hard to keep loving someone that doesn’t love you back.”
“I’m sorry Paul. I really am.”
After that she went straight to Daniel’s house. She needed to see him face-to-face. She rang his door bell and waited. When he came to the door he looked as if he haven’t had a night’s sleep at all since she last saw him. “You’re going to be a dad,” she said timidly, unsure how to quite broach the subject.
“YES!” he shouted and punched his fist in the air. “YES! YES! YES!” Caught up in his enthusiasm, Layla started laughing – and she realised that she’d not laughed like this in months. “Really?” she asked him, “you’re really happy?” It was so weird seeing him so animated and expressive, such a bulk of a man jumping around.
“I’m happy Layla! Oh I’m so happy!” Then he quickly coughed and looked down at the floor, trying to act macho, “I mean, you know, like whatever!”
She laughed, she knew him too well, she could see through his pain, a true connection. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Cool – we all know you’re not really so tough. Well, who would’ve thought that I would’ve ended up with a tattooed, motorbike riding toughie like yourself.”
“Layla, I know we hardly know each other. But in a way I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” Suddenly he was down on one knee and Layla gasped in surprise, “Beautiful Layla, will you marry me?”
“Of course I will!”
Layla smiled. Her friend was wrong – dreams do come true.
Copyright © 2015 by Emma Jones.
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As I walked in through the entryway of this stone castle, I immediately start to feel heady. So this is the home of the man my mother is marrying. Cool, cool. I just hope that he isn’t expecting me to be goddamn Cinderella or something. As I looked at the place, I could feel my stomach churning, there was a medieval aura around it, and you could feel the oldness of the place. So far, it’s just like how my mother told me it would be. I would be going with her to her husband’s new home, a man by the name of King Ricardo Perez. He’s the king of some country I hadn’t even heard of up until now, and it’s some really freaking tiny place that I’m shocked is even on the map in some cases. I mean, most history teachers wouldn’t know shit about this. But as I stepped in, the place reeked of pretentiousness, and already I hated it.
I didn’t know what to really make of the place. I’m not comfortable with the whole stately bullshit. To be honest, I would be fine just living in one of his summer homes or something, but I’m moving into a castle. We packed up our stuff, and we’re moving in. Apparently my mother already got married to him at a small little ceremony. They only had one witness and the religious leader of the country there. I didn’t even tag along. To be honest, I didn’t want to tag along.
I wasn’t too keen on my mother marrying this guy, but as far as I could tell he was a pretentious bastard. I was about to meet the King, pfft! What now? Should I kneel or something? Anyway as I stepped over into the Throne room though, I stopped. There was someone sitting there next to him, a guy about my age. He was a dark-haired man that didn’t look anything like Ricardo. Actually he didn’t even look like a royalty or someone that would be in such a place, or even next the King and his Throne. He was tattooed and pierced with an arrogant look, who the hell was this dude? Oh, wait a minute, I know that guy. Yeah I know him, I’ve definitely seen him plenty of times in some kind of gossip news and tabloids, oh shit! He’s a notorious playboy known for his royal scandals. I actually do know something of this place, though I was confused, was it really him? It can’t be.
“Hello there darling,” Ricardo said to my mom.
“Hello babe. I had the maids take our things and put them away. You said you wanted to meet my daughter?” my mother said. She was glowing, she’s so beautiful, can’t blame the King falling for her, she was always glowing these days, and I know why. It was because she was married to a man who loved her back. My birth father was really just a sperm donor who didn’t even care about me once I was born. My mother and I had a pretty rough life, and she got together with this king after everything that had happened. I had to admit, even though I had a bad feeling about this, I couldn’t help but feel happy for my mother. She needed this, and I guess making sure that she was happy was important to me.
“So this is your daughter? Wow, she’s stunning,” he said. He had blonde hair and blue eyes with a pretentious posture that would much for a King, he truly was a royalty.
“Thank you. And who’s that?” my mother asked, pointing to the dark haired boy who looked bored as hell.
“This is Edward, my son. He’s the prince of our country, and slated to take over once everything is squared away. I can’t wait for that, but for now, he’s a man who works to follow in my footsteps. Right?” the King asked him.
“Well I try. But it’s a hard life,” Edward said. God, I already wanted to punch him in the face.
“Well I’m sure my daughter Serena will get along with him,” my mother said. Yeah right, I’m sure pigs will fly too.
“I hope. He needs someone who can keep him grounded. I’m sick of having to worry about all the skirts he keeps on chasing,” said his dad.
I knew it right away, I knew it was him, the famous playboy. Of course, with those light blue eyes and jet black hair, I wouldn’t blame the girls drooling for him. He was pretty cute.
Wait, what? Why the hell was I thinking that about my stepbrother? I tried to hide the crimson that was trying to cover my face, but it was definitely hard.
“Well, I’m sure the two of them will get along. I think Edward needs to have a stepsister. He definitely needs to be taken down a notch or two,” he said to my mother.
“Well, I think she’ll help with that. Anyways, let’s get settled in,” my mother replied.
Edward was looking at me as the two of them ran off. I gave him a sultry gaze, but it seemed to give him the wrong idea.
“Wow, I never thought my stepsister would be this cute,” he said.
“You’re not my type” I said with a cold stare.
“Wow, already playing hard to get. But, I guess I can wait. You seem pretty interesting though. Maybe we can be friends eventually,” he said.
Right, and I’m totally the queen of Shebaa. Well, I’m a princess now, but that’s beside the point.
“Anyways, a greatness like me can’t be waiting here.” He said, and left.
He scurried away, and already I wanted to punch something. That bastard, he will pay for that arrogant little behavior he has with me. God, why did I get stuck with him? Why couldn’t I at least have a stepbrother who wasn’t a piece of shit?
I sighed. I shouldn’t let my anger get to me. I trudged upstairs to my room, a big space that was as big as the apartment my mother and I had a while back. I didn’t know what to make of this place, other than the fact that my mother married some ignorant royalty, and that I had a stepbrother that was a world famous arrogant playboy known by the media for his scandals, last thing I would want is to be associated with him and being seen in a tabloid cover or something, maybe I am overthinking of the situation. I sighed, plopping down and pulling out my laptop. I needed a break, and soon I was opening up the art programs that I had on there. I did graphic art, and also painting. Soon, I got lost to the world as I painted my feelings, wondering if coming to this country was a good idea, I have no friends or a job here ,I’m in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do. I should have just stayed back and figure it out by taking a second job. What was I thinking? I abandoned my friends my job my whole life, for what? As time went on, I was thinking about the alternatives, but I guess there was time for me to change, in a sense. Oh well, might as well accept the royal life, there’re thousands that would kill to be in my place.