He stared for a moment after she stopped speaking. She watched as he nodded slowly and the waiter came up to his side. They ordered simple food and ate with minimal conversation, but she had a constant smile upon her face. She smiled so brightly at times over his childish humor that her cheeks began to ache and the baby began to kick. It was becoming clear to her that the child kicked swiftly and repeatedly when she was near the man across from her. She figured it must be a coincidence or perhaps it was just the constant reminder of what had happened. Maybe the child was warning her against others who could try to hurt her, like the man the night the child was conceived did.
The thought left her mind quickly as he was very entertaining and before she knew it, time had flew. An hour and a half had flown past and it was nearing three in the afternoon. Soon, she knew, her father would be coming home early from the fact it was Friday. He had offered to take the two girls out to dinner to celebrate the successful first year of college finally being complete, but she turned down the offer hastily and said she would prefer to relax. As she was worrying about the time, the man in front of her stood and stretched out his arms with a coy smile. They had been silent for some time as the two spoke, but it didn't seem awkward now. He offered out his hand as a kind gesture and she reached out with her own to take it. He helped her stand from the table before she stretched out her arms with a quiet laugh.
He held her delicate hand in his own. He was helping her. He was polite. She liked him. At least, he figured she liked him. A smile never faded from her lips when they spoke, and he took this to heart. The clueless girl was flirting with danger. He dropped her hand and turned to exit the building. She followed right after him. He held the door open for her and the two stood outside the restaurant before heading in the direction of her apartment.
"I'd say it's been a good day. A nice way to end the school year, if I do say so myself," he said quietly with a coy smirk. Her stuffed his hands into his pockets as the two strolled casually. Her arms were wrapped around her bulging stomach protectively, and he could now see the casual stretch pants and violet shirt she wore. She dressed in simple clothing and sported the pregnancy look well. Her hand clutched around the side of her stomach for a second, and as the two weren't speaking for the time being, he observed this and watched as her hand relaxed back a few seconds later. The baby must have been kicking. He lifted his head and stared upwards with a bright smile. He regretted nothing, but instantly wished he could confess to her about the child she was carrying. He wanted her to know so he could put his hands upon her stomach and feel the kicks and movements of the child inside her.
She would hate him if she knew. She acted as if she had forgot about the incident, at least, to outsiders. She had acted that way to him when he congratulated her. He remembered how her mouth twisted defensively and saw the hesitation in her eyes when he asked the question. He knew he could never tell the truth if he wanted to be a part, no matter how small, in the ordeal. He figured he would forget and move away from her. He wouldn't remember the night and life would continue on, but now he would always be intertwined with her life. No matter where she went or who she was with, he would always be her first and he would always be the father of that child.
He nodded along to himself as he thought of the idea. She was staring up at him now in curiosity. He blinked his eyes rapidly and gave a cheeky grin down at her. "What? I can daydream too, you know," he said with an accusing glance. Instantly she blushed and looked off as she chewed on her lower lip. The two paused to wait for traffic. Once clear, they continued on and stood before her apartment building much faster than he expected. He glanced around and gave a dramatically saddened sigh. "It seems we're here. You still have my number, right? Don't be afraid to call. I'll always answer," he assured her as he stepped backwards and began walking back to his place. He almost thought she wouldn't answer. Perhaps being so direct wasn't the best way, but as he was about to turn and check on her, he heard her call back.
"I'll call some time. Just keep your promise and answer," she nervously laughed before turning to walk up to her apartment. He nodded to himself and fingered the keys in his pocket. On his keychain was a simple metal key that he had taken from the hook inside her apartment many months back as a backup plan for later. He grinned slyly.