This is just a short intro chapter. If you like it I will write more. In the story Remy went to Africa by himself for a few month and Valentina focused on college. Please review.
Standing at the door, in all her vindictive glory was Alison. Temporarily blinded by the hatred that filled her body whenever she saw that blonde, smutty little crack whore, Valentina's eyes nearly popped out of her head once she did a double take. Along with her sullen face, Alison was wearing ballet flats a loose fitting blue floral dress that appeared to be concealing a bulging basketball underneath its flimsy fabric.
"W-w-what are you doing here?" Valentina could barely get the words out. "And what's that?"
Alison crossed her arms and rested them over her gigantic bump. The cooking timer dinged from the kitchen. "Valentina, the muffins are ready!" called out Zoila. "Come in here and help me put them into the cases."
"Looks like you're not the only person with a bun in the oven." Alison put on her best bitch face and shoved past Valentina and barged into the foyer like she owned the damn place. "Where's Remy? I need to talk to him?"
"He's not here. I don't know what you think you're dong but that baby_"
"Belongs to Remy," she interrupted. "Now go get him. He needs to know what he has done to me." She groaned and rubbed her back. "I'm an expectant mother. Don't keep me waiting. Go get Remy!"
Even though she knew attacking a heavily pregnant woman was wrong, it was taking every last once of self-control in Valentina's body to not punch Alison right in the face. Her demanding, entitled tone was just too much. "He's not here. He went to Africa."
Alison snorted. "Africa? You expect me to believe that?"
"Valentina, who are you talking to?" Zoila yelled from the kitchen.
"Nobody, I'm just talking to_"
"Oh my God, Alison." Zoila stopped in the middle of the foyer and scanned the young blonde. "Oh, you're...very pregnant. "
"Yes and you're daughter has been showing me no hospitality. I just came back from a long vacation in Paris, the flight was terrible, I'm tired and I need to see Remy right away." Her eyes danced around the hall. Valentina and Zoila locked eyes. Valentina knew her mother had figured the story out. She knew just what to do.
"Alison, your feet must be killing you. Please follow me into living room." Valentina's mother threw her a scornful look over her shoulder as she ushered Alison into the other room.
A few minutes later, zoila came hurried into the kitchen and sighed. "That girl sure can complain. Sometimes I'm glad you're not a rich white girl."
Valentina dropped the icing flume and turned to her mother. "Mom, she's saying that baby is Remy's. What do I do? I just got him, now he's going to be ripped away from me."
"Honey, I know this is upsetting for you but if that baby is Remy's then that has to be his number one priority. You two are going to have to figure out where you fit into that equation."
Rolling her eyes, Valentina felt like a moody thirteen year old. "But she's going to ruin his life."
Zoila pursed her lips. "I know you feel like this is all her fault, but it does take two the tango. Remy did sleep with that girl, you found her in his bed yourself."
