I own nothing and once again have taken some creative liberties about the time of Elliot and Kathy's split.
I didn't grow up in a happy home, yes we had money but, as every fortune teller will tall you, money doesn't buy happiness. My mother was my father's wife, she was on his arm for public events, but they slept in different rooms. I know what the only reason they got married is, mom got pregnant and dad supported her. My dad always had mistresses, they came and went. I learnt that, unlike every other woman, my place in my father's heart was constant. As I got older I got couldn't understand why mom would stay with a man who didn't love her but once, after walking in on him with his young mistress, she told me.
"I need your father so much; I will take what he can give."
I understood then but I still thought she was weak so I promised myself that I would never need anyone, I would only rely on myself. Then I met Elliot. He was amazing, intelligent, brave and handsome; he would be perfect except the wife and four kids. The fact the he was married still didn't stop me from kissing him; however it did make me start to apologize. I never finished that apology, his lips where back on mine. After that we would met in hotels or, occasionally, at my apartment. I often wondered when I, like my fathers mistresses, would have to move on. Eventually I would need to be with someone in public, not being a dirty little secret. Sometimes I thought back to when I saw my fathers women and I never thought I would be like that, never thought I would be the other woman, but at lest I have never relied on Elliot. Then, six months after that first kiss, I skipped my period. I took the test and got the two little blue lines that meant I was pregnant. I knew if I told Elliot he would feel obligated to leave Kathy. I didn't want him to be with me because he felt he had to be. I also couldn't not tell him, it would be wrong to not tell him he was going to have another child. The next time we went to a hotel after work I was still trying to work out how to tell him. I was so scared when he pushed my hands away and said,
"We have to talk" without meting my eyes.
I felt like my whole body was shaking, this was it, I wouldn't tell him, and I wouldn't use the baby to trap him. But then his deep voice says,
"Alex, I have left Kathy, I had no reason to stay with her and, if you will let me, I would like to be date you. I want to be with you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated"
I immediately felt like a huge weight had been lifted. He wanted me, left his wife for me, wants to treat me right. I have to tell him.
"Elliot I have to tell you, I'm pregnant."
He looks so shocked that I just kept talking,
"if you want to leave now you can, I can do this, I can do this by my…"
"Alex" he interrupted me, "I want to be with you and I definitely want to be this baby's dad." Then he kisses me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. That's when I realised that I want Elliot in my life forever and I want this child to know its father. Maybe it would be okay to rely on him a little.
"I love you"
"I love you too, Alex"