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Four months later

"Lizzy, how are you?"

I looked at my father and smiled. The best thing he'd ever done was divorce my mother. Some may say that's a little harsh, but it's true. My mother was draining him and for the last ten years my father has been exceptionally happy without her. I'm sure he dates, but he's never brought anyone special around us. I'm just happy that he's happy. Years ago when I was younger he'd lost his job and my mother started to talk down to him. We went from living a middle-class life to pretty much being poor. My sisters and I along with our father adjusted, but my mother never did. She just couldn't be happy. My father asked her to work and that's when all hell broke loose. They argued every day until one day we were sitting down with them at the small kitchen table. They told us they were separating which eventually led to them getting a divorce. My father worked two jobs just so he could pay my mother alimony and child support.

Eventually, things got better and he ended up getting a really good job with the state. My mother went on to marry Alex McCree lawyer to the stars and she is now living with him in his penthouse along with my younger sisters Lydia and Kitty who have sadly become party girl socialites. They're nineteen and twenty-one. They make the news every now and then, but they are always partying as if having an actual life with goals is absurd. What's worse is that my mother encourages it. My other sister Mary who is twenty-three is in college to become a doctor. She attends Cornell and I couldn't be prouder of her. No matter how hard my mother tried she couldn't deter Mary from her dreams.

My father touched my arm and he pulled me out of my thoughts. Just being in his home surrounded by pictures of my childhood always seemed to take me away. I loved his place. It wasn't big like my mother's home, but it was warm and inviting. I could feel the love every time I stepped through the door.

"I'm good dad, how are you? I see you got a new tv."

My father smiled while glancing over at his new flat screen.

"Lizzy, you know I love a good deal plus Lydia said that a 44inch tv was too small for a living room. I took her and Kitty with me to BestBuy and we purchased a new one. Those girls," My father shook his head. "They're really a lot to deal with. I talked with them about college or even working and they both laughed like I had told them so sort of joke. Maybe you could talk with them. You know your mother isn't worried about their future, but I am. Looks can't be your only success in life. They have to do more," he expressed.

I nodded because I felt the same way. I just didn't have the patience to deal with them at the moment. My pregnancy hadn't been easy. I was just now getting my appetite back and not vomiting just because I didn't like the smell of something.

"I know dad and I promise you I will. I've just had a lot going on myself. This baby is literally taking all of the energy that I have."

His gentle eyes looked at me and he smiled. He touched my stomach and I placed my hand on top of his. Moments like this made me feel bad for keeping this pregnancy hidden from Fitzwilliam. I wanted my child to know what it's like to have a father that loved you unconditionally as I have.

"Lizzy, have you told him?"

I removed my hand as did he and I sat back on the couch. My father, Jane, and Charlotte knew who I was pregnant by. I trusted them and I knew they would follow my lead. Now my mother. Ha! She would have been the first one to leak the story. She's still upset that I'm pregnant with no man around and no ring. She keeps asking me if I'm pregnant by George and I tell her no every time.

"I need a little more time to decide how I wanna do it. I was so sure in the beginning, but now things have changed. I don't want my baby to harbor ill feelings towards me because of this."

"It's just not right. He should know. If it was me I would wanna know Elizabeth. I'm not rich like he is, but I would use all of my funds to ensure you keep the baby. We wouldn't just let him come in and take over and he doesn't seem like that type of man."

I shrugged while licking my suddenly dry lips.

"I don't know dad. People change when they're angry with you and I don't really know him," I said quietly.

My father chuckled.

"Well, you knew him enough to get pregnant. Give yourself a chance to get to know him, now I'll grab the popcorn while you cut on the game," he said standing up.

Hours later I walked into my apartment that I shared with Jane and found her standing in the living room with a sexy, tall guy with freckled skin and short red hair. Their eyes landed on me and they both smiled. Jane was a school teacher and she loved her job. Naturally the kids loved her as well because she was such a good person inside and out. I sat my bag down on the table near the door and Jane cleared her throat. Nervously she smiled at me.

"Hi, Lizzy! This is my friend Charles. We were going to go catch a movie."

I gave Charles a once over. He was really handsome. He sort of reminded me of the lead actor on the Outlander series Sam Hueghan. Jane was gorgeous so I wasn't shocked to see her attract such a man. Jane dated from time to time. The private school she worked at sat next to a bunch of office buildings. Jane was always attracting some handsome business man. They'd follow her for days in hopes of a date and the ones she liked were given a shot at a chance to win her heart. Lately they had all been duds but as I watched Jane and Charles eye one another I thought maybe she'd found the one.

"Hello, Charles nice to meet you and you two enjoy yourself just not too much," I joked and rubbed my stomach.

Jane blushed and narrowed her eyes at me while Charles chuckled. He grabbed his car keys and Jane's hand.

, "Um Lizzy I left something for you on your bed. It was left up at the bar for you. Please use it," she said as they strolled past me.

I nodded and walked away. I went into my bathroom and decided to take a quick shower. I had been at my fathers all day and I felt so drained. After standing under the warm water for a few minutes I got out and put on my robe. I was amazed at how my body was developing. My breast seemed bigger although they were big enough at 34dd. My hips seemed a little bit wider which was never a good thing then there was my ass. What I loved about my body was that I had curves in a settle way. They weren't exaggerated but they were there. My baby was making me look as if I had walked out of someone's plastic surgeons office. My once round behind was now a little heavier and I wasn't sure how I liked that. There is a thing as too much ass.

I towel dried my hair and went into my bedroom. True to her word on my bed sat a folded piece of paper. I picked it up and took a deep breath before reading the note.

Hi, I'm not sure what to say. I just arrived back in town and I would like to see you again. Please call me. 212-662-0853, Fitzwilliam

I stared at the note for a moment in deep contemplation. Maybe sensing my reluctance my baby kicked. I'd chosen to not now the gender until the delivery but something deep inside was telling me it was a girl. I sat on the edge of my bed and dialed my best friend on my house phone.

"Lizzy! How are you, hows the baby?" she asked in one breath.

I smiled because she was someone that could always put a smile on my face. We had grown up together and I loved her dearly.

"I'm good Charlotte. Fitzwilliam left me a note at the bar."

"What! Oh my god does he know?"

I shook my head like she could see me.

"No of course not but I can tell he wants to see me. He wants to fuck."

Charlotte groaned.

"Lizzy you and that mouth. Goodness I could have had you on speaker. He probably wants to go on a date or something. Why else wold he go back there?"

I smiled at how Charlotte tried to find the best out of every situation.

"Charlotte we met and had sex that same day. He knows nothing about me besides what sexual positions I like. I cant believe he actually went looking for me. After all of this time."

"Yeah that's a sign. You have to tell him," she insisted.

"Charlotte I don't need you, my father or Jane telling me this everyday. I'm the one carrying his child. I know what I should do still I'm scared."

Charlotte and I both grew quiet.

"Well regardless of what he says I'm still here for you and I cant wait to see you at your shower. I don't want you to have regrets and this is something huge Lizzy. Please promise me you will really think this through."

"I promise," I said meaning it.

"Good, look I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Rub the belly for me," she said before hanging up.

I put the phone down beside me and glanced at the note again. Charlotte was a hopeless romantic so in her eyes she would see this as a sign of what could be but I didn't see that. I saw his note as a invitation for sex. I sat it on my dresser and slid under my covers. I'd decided to tell him, but I needed for it to be at the right time. At the moment I enjoyed my peaceful life so I would wait and before my baby decide to come into this world I would call the man that helped me create it and let him know that were about to indeed become parents.