Chapter 9: We are having…


April 2016

Two Months Later

Ana

"Happy two-month anniversary," I jump in surprise when Christian whispers in my ear.

I clutch a hand to my chest and glare at him when I turn around.

I was just getting out of my car to start another day at school since it is Monday. Amanda is not with me today since she got a ride with Mia. They have been close for some time now, and most of her free time is always spent with her new best friend, so I hardly see her unless it's at dinner every night.

"Don't do that! You scared the crap out of me" I scowl playfully at him.

He laughs, and I roll my eyes. He circles his arms around my waist, and I put mine around his neck.

I bite my lip as he presses his forehead against mine. "Hi," he whispers.

"Hi," I whisper back as we stare into each other's eyes.

Today marks the two-month mark in our relationship. It has sure been exciting and overwhelming.

Our time at school has so far been drama free even though I thought that his baby mama would start to cause trouble. She did find out about our relationship through Christian's mother a few weeks after our Valentine's day dinner.

From what I heard from Christian, she didn't take it too well, but to my surprise, she has been keeping her distance.

I frequently see her staring at Christian in longing at lunch every day, but other than that, she has not bothered us once. I can tell that Christian is relieved not to have to deal with her on a daily basis. His mother is the only one who has been communicating with her and her family. I guess Christian was serious about not having anything to do with her, not that I didn't believe him in the first place.

I am just glad that there is no drama right now with her, but I am not naïve enough to think that it's not going to change soon.

"When do your parents want us over on Saturday?" he asks against my neck.

"Around six," I giggle when the stubble on his chin tickles the side of my neck.

My parents invited the Grey's over for dinner this weekend. Up until now, my family and I have not met Christian's parents yet. Grace and Carrick have very demanding careers and among their jobs, and functions they have to attend every other weekend, we have not had a chance to meet with them.

Grace has been spending her free time with Cora and her family due to her carrying their first grandchild with makes me envious of their apparent closeness. I just hope that when I do meet his parents, we will become just as close as she is with Cora.

I still haven't told my parents about the baby yet. I know that they will be pissed and disappointed that I didn't tell them, but I can't seem to find the courage to tell them. They love Christian, and I don't want them to hate him for getting someone else pregnant. I know I am being stupid about not telling them, but somehow my idiot self won't let me tell my parents.

I am just scared that they will keep me from seeing him. I have been getting really close to Christian as time goes on and I am starting to really fall for him. It's different from the feelings I had with Ryan. The connection we have is stronger than what Ryan and I ever had.

And that scares me.

It scares me that my feelings for him are developing and I don't know what sort of feelings he is experiencing. He might like me and all, but he could just see our relationship as something temporary and not something he wants long term.

I want a long term relationship. I want love, marriage, and kids. I see those things in my future. I see our relationship going in that direction, but does he?

I'm afraid that with this baby, he won't want to have any more children in the future. I don't know what I would do if he told me that he didn't want to settle down and get married, let alone have another child. Maybe he does want them in the future? Who knows…

"Hey where did you go?" he nuzzles my nose with his.

I shake my head to get rid of the depressing thoughts of possibly not having kids in the future.

"Nowhere, sorry. Just thinking about this weekend," I smile and lean forward and kiss him.

"Are you nervous to meet my parents?" he frowns.

"Yeah, a little. I just need to tell my parents," I sigh.

He sighs as well and kisses my cheek, and lets me go.

"Yes, you do. I understand why you haven't told them, but you need too. My mother keeps asking me if your parents know what is going on, but I keep changing the subject," he pinches the bridge of his nose.

I groan and feel like crap. I hate that he is lying to his parents because I am too chicken shit to tell them. They are going to hate me for not telling my parents what is going on. I just need to suck it up and tell them before things blow up in our faces and they find out from someone other than me.

"I will. I will tell them before you all come over this weekend. I promise," I vow and kiss him once more.

"Good. They will be disappointed, but hopefully your dad won't try to kill me with one of his guns," he shutters, and his eyes widen in fear.

I laugh as I put my arms around his neck. Ray took Christian to the shooting range one weekend last month to try to get to know the man who is seeing his older daughter.

Ray's shooting skills scared the crap out of him. Christian came back home and told me that he would never get on my father's bad side seeing that he could shoot him at any given time. Especially if he hurts his little girl.

I always burst out laughing at Christian's facial expression when he spots my father's locked gun cabinet that he houses in our family room.

"He is not going to shoot you, Christian. Stop being a baby," I smirk against his lips.

He leans back and narrows his eyes at me. I flutter my eyelashes innocently at him.

"I'll give you being a baby," he growls and pushes me back into the car causing me to yelp.

I moan as his mouth descends to mine. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and he moans. I tug the hair on the nape of his neck as he runs his down my back to my ass. He squeezes my ass cheeks and pushes me into his erection.

I moan as he grinds himself into my center. I throw my head back as he continues to grind into me. He kisses and nips my neck as I pant.

"We need to stop. We have class," I moan when he squeezes both of my hips.

"After school?" he pants against my neck.

"Most definitely," My mouth drops open when he sucks on the pressure point in my neck.

He leans back and kisses me hard on the lips once more before he pulls back. I giggle when he adjusts his pants and looks around the student parking lot awkwardly.

"Let's go," I shake my head with a smile and walk towards the double doors.

He catches up with me and takes my hand into his.

I smile when I spot the Cartier bracelet on my wrist. I still feel awful about how I acted when he gave me the bracelet. I was selfish, and I hated the look on his face. He only wanted to give me something special, and I threw it in his face.

The next day, I happily took accepted it, and in turn, the morning was spent in bed.

Thankfully, his parents didn't catch me there because they had to go to work that weekend, so I was able to get out of the house without them knowing.

I smile as he opens the front doors for me and then playfully bows.

"Me 'lady," he gestures to the hallway.

I giggle and curtsy. "Thank you, kind sir."

He laughs as we playfully hit and kiss each other while walking down the hallway. He stands in the back of me and tickles my sides while laughing against my neck. I giggle and try to get away from his fingers.

"Stop," giggle, "Stop…stop," I throw my head back and laugh as he continues to tickle my ribs and sides.

"Never!" he exclaims while now tickling my neck.

I continue to laugh, and it causes me to stop walking forward. My left shoulder hits the lockers as he laughs out loud. He finally stops tickling me, and I stand up straight to turn around and smack him playfully in the arm.

He dodges my hand and takes me into his arms. He smiles lovingly down at me for a second before giving me a slow, tender kiss.

"I'll miss you today," he whispers while softly running a finger down my face.

"I'll miss you too," I murmur.

We stand there and stare at each other. He opens his mouth and is about to say something, but somebody clears their throat behind us before he can speak.

We both turn our heads and see the teacher glaring at us in the doorway of our classroom.

"Class started ten minutes ago. Get inside you two," he says firmly before closing the door.

My eyes widen when I see Cora peeking at us behind the far wall. Her eyes widen when she sees me looking at her, and she turns around and runs away. What the hell?

"What?" Christian asks.

"Did you see that?" I frown as I continue to stare over at where she was.

"See what?" I can hear the confusion in his voice.

I turn around, and he is frowning at me. "Cora was standing over there peeking at us from that wall," I point behind me with my thumb.

He immediately scowls and stomps over there. I roll my eyes and see him looking down the hallway, but turn back around when he doesn't see her.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair in annoyance. "Let's get inside."

I give him a weak smile and take his offered hand, and we both walk into the classroom.


It is now lunch time, and I just picked up my salad and water from the lunch line. I scan the lunch room and spot everyone is now sitting at our usual table in the middle.

I walk towards the table and yelp and then giggle when I feel Christian's hands around my waist and his mouth on my neck. His lips always find my neck.

"Have I told you how hot you look today?" he chuckles against my neck.

I bite my lip and look down at my clothes. I am dressed in a high-waisted black floral skirt with a white camisole tucked into the skirt. I am also wearing a cropped pink leather jacket on top and black flats. I have my hair in a side braid and my white pearl earrings.

"No, but now you did," I smile as he nuzzles my cheek with his.

"Cut it out you too," Kate rolls her eyes at us from the table. Elliot is also smirking at us. He is cuddled up next to Kate.

I turn towards her, and she is smirking at me. I wink at her and sit down at the table. All my friends laugh and resume eating when Christian sits down beside me. I turn towards him and put my left leg on top of his right leg and lean into him. He kisses my cheek and starts to eat.

I pick up a cucumber and nibble on it while listening to the banter around the table.

"Try this, Ana. It's so good," Leila says while leaning over the table and offers me a bite of her salad.

I sit up slightly to take her fork into my mouth. I moan when the delicious salad dressing hits my taste buds. I put my hand to my mouth as I sit back down.

"Wow. That is good," I smile, and Leila nods in agreement.

Christian smirks as he kisses my head. I lick my lips and then my finger. I don't know why, but something makes me look across the cafeteria, and when I do, that weirdo is staring at me from his usual table.

I frown and take my finger out of my mouth. Why the hell is he still staring at me? Ugh!

His eyes travel to my mouth, and he suddenly licks his lips. I scrunch up my nose and see Cora is sitting next to him. Her hair is up in a ponytail today, and the usual bags under her eyes is not as prominent as they were two months ago. She is staring at me impassively, but her eyes show her normal sorrow.

I quickly look away and then smile awkwardly at Christian when he nuzzles his nose into my neck. He nips at my ear, and I close my eyes and try to block out the two sets of eyes that bore into me from across the room. Just don't pay attention to them. Just reveal in his touch.

I bite my lip when his nose runs across my jaw. Without opening my eyes, I turn my head and kiss him passionately. His tongue slips through my lips and slowly explores my mouth.

I vaguely hear someone say from across the table, there at it again, but I ignore the laughs from the table and sensually kiss him back.


Cora

My eyes water when I stare at them from across the room as they kiss one another. Their group of friends laugh and roll their eyes at them while they continue to make out with each other.

A tear slips from my eye, and I wipe it away and look away from them. I rub my bump and look down at my swollen stomach.

Today I am twenty weeks, and later today, I have my second ultrasound. I wanted to ask Christian if he wanted to come with me, but I don't know if he will show up. I asked Grace if she would pass on the message, and she told me she would.

I hope he does.

This appointment, we will find out the sex of our baby, and I can't wait.

I still think it's a girl, so I already have a name picked out.

Chloe Grace Grey.

I want to give the baby Grace's name since she is the only one who has been involved with the baby so far. She comes to my appointments and calls me at least once every few weeks. At first, I was surprised to hear from her. I thought that she would hate me for getting pregnant and maybe accuse me of getting pregnant on purpose.

She surprised me that she wanted to be involved in the pregnancy. Her husband, Carrick has not warmed up to me yet. He did come with Grace to my last appointment but was somewhat cold towards me. He hardly looked at me, and when he did, I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

My parents have been supportive, and my mother is becoming excited about becoming a grandmother as well as Grace.

I just wish that the father would be excited about this baby. I haven't heard from him, which doesn't surprise me. He told me that he would not be involved in the pregnancy, and he meant it.

He has not come to one doctor's appointment or called to see how the baby was doing.

I look back up over to them, and they are both laughing, and he's tickling her like he was this morning. My lip trembles when I see them together.

The first time I saw them together, I thought there was a chance that it was just a one-time thing, but as the day's past, I saw them together every day. It was like someone ripping my heart out over and over again when I saw them growing closer.

Were they together now? Are they boyfriend and girlfriend? I couldn't take it anymore and built up the courage to ask Grace if he was seeing someone.

She was hesitant at first, but I practically begged her to tell me if he was seeing anyone. She was still hesitant in saying anything, but I told her that if he was seeing anyone, I had the right to know since they most likely will be around when my child is born. They will be taking care of the baby with Christian if or when he does watch her.

I wanted to know who she was. Grace finally relented after that and told me that he was seeing someone. All she said was her name was Ana and that she seemed like a lovely girl.

I hung up with her after that and balled my eyes out for a week straight. How could he go out with someone after what happened? How could he want to screw around with someone else when he has the responsibility to my child? Our child?

I grit my teeth when they get up from the table and continue their ridiculous PDA in front of me no less. The girl he is with is very beautiful. She's in the popular crowd, with tons of friends, and have guys falling all over her.

The guys in my class keep talking about how hot she is, and how the guy she is with is one lucky prick, especially to get a girl like that.

It always upsets me, because I am not like her. I'm not as pretty as her, or popular as her. I'm not outgoing, and I am not confident in my own skin. Just looking at her, and how she oozes confidence makes me envious.

She is the perfect girl. Perfect enough to catch the eyes of a guy that I want so desperately. I hate to admit it, but I can see why he likes her. Why can't he like me? Am I that repulsive to him?

"Would you cut it out!" Jose growls into my ear.

I jump out of my thoughts and look over at him. He is glaring at me, and his hand is balled up into fists.

"What?" I say meekly.

"It's pathetic that you are pining over that dick. He knocked you up, and he told you time and time again that you were a mistake, and you still want the fucker? Grow up, Cora," he scoffs.

My mouth drops open at his tone. Why would he say something like that?

"I'm not pathetic," I murmur and knot my fingers in my lap.

Jose rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust. "Do whatever you want, sweetheart. He still aint going to want you or that kid," he huffs and gathers his stuff and stomps off.

I bite my lip and my eyes water. Why is he being so mean?

I squirm in my seat when I look around the cafeteria and see some people whispering and pointing over at me. Since my belly is getting bigger, some have noticed the change and started whispering and gossiping about me. I guess many of them figured out that I am pregnant, because of what people are saying behind my back every day at school.

I can't seem to stop thinking about all the mean things some say about me.

She's the one who got knock up…

I heard that the baby daddy wants nothing to do with her or the kid…

What a slut. Ever heard of condoms?

Pathetic for pining over him…

What a loser…

The insults, stares, and whispers at school are getting worse enough that my blood pressure has become a little high and the morning sickness that was finally starting to go away, is slowly coming back again.

I know that it is only going to get worse as time goes on. I sigh miserably and gather my things and run out of the cafeteria and try to ignore the laughs coming from behind me.


"How are you doing, Cora?" the nurse asks while I sit down on the bed.

"I'm okay I guess," I shrug.

"How is the morning sickness?" she asks while taking my blood pressure.

"I am having a little," I murmur and look over at Grace and my mother.

Since I have my ultrasound today, Grace took off work to make it to my appointment. My mom also took today off to come with me. Grace looks at me in concern and tries to give me a reassuring smile. My mom gets up and comes over and squeezes my hand.

Christian didn't make it. Grace saw me about to break down, and she told me that he couldn't make it because he had swimming practice. I guess Christian took up the hobby of swimming a month ago from what Grace said to me. Did he just get into a sport to avoid me?

The nurse brings me out of my depressing thoughts. "Your blood pressure has come down, so let's try and look at that more closely. Are you ready for the ultrasound?" she asks.

I perk up and nod. "Yes, please." My mom smiles brightly and kisses my forehead.

The nurse tells me to lay back. I pick up my shirt, and she squirts warm jelly on my small baby bump. I giggle when the baby starts to kick. Grace smiles as she walks over to us and stands by my mom.

She runs the probe around my stomach, and the baby comes onto the screen. My mouth opens and eyes bug out in wonder and awe at the picture of my baby.

"Okay, everything seems to be in order, and let's see if we can see the sex…oh, yes, there we are," she smiles and hits a few buttons to freeze the screen.

The view is of its little bottom, and she points to the middle where the sex is located.

"Well, it looks like you are having a little girl," she smiles and types, It's a girl! Next to the baby's profile.

I gasp, and my eyes fill with tears. My mother and Grace smile and congratulate me. I laugh while tears run down my face. She stops with the ultrasound and gives me some paper towels to clean myself.

I wipe my stomach and rub my bump happily.

We're having a little girl!


My mother had to pick up my brother from an event that was held after school, and Grace had been called into work, so I am home alone getting ready to go over to Christian's house to tell him the good news.

It's past five, so Christian should be home by now. I go into my closet and take out one of my maternity dresses. Since it is now spring, I can finally wear some of my cute dresses that my mom bought.

It is a mint green floral chiffon maternity dress. I put my hair into a high ponytail and apply some light makeup. I also put on my easy white slip on shoes.

On my way home, my mom and I stopped at a baby store and bought a white onesie that has Daddy's Girl in gold lettering on the front. It also comes with a pink bow that can go on the baby's head.

I thought this would be a cute way to tell him that we are having a girl. I hope he shows some enthusiasm or at least acts like he cares that he is having a daughter.

I check out myself in the mirror one last time. I smile at myself and take a deep breath before walking out to my dad's truck. He left to go out of town for business, and when he is gone, he lets me drive it.

I make it to Christian's house twenty minutes later. I smile when I see Christian's Audi by the garage. He's home.

I take another deep breath and get the bag that contains the onesie, and get out of the truck and walk the steps to the front door. I knock on the thick oak wood and wait.

A woman in her early thirties with blonde hair and blue eyes answers the door.

"Hello, can I help you?" she smiles politely.

"Hi. Is Christian here?" I smile back.

She frowns slightly before answering. "Yes, he is. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Cora. I was just here to give him something," I say nervously and hold up the bag.

Her eyes widen, and she looks over her shoulder nervously before putting on a fake smile. "Oh, um, yes, Grace told me about you, but she didn't say you were stopping by. Come in, dear."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for not calling, but I wanted to give Christian something in person," I smile weakly.

She nods and wrings her hands in front of her. "I'm Mrs. Jones, the housekeeper. Would you like anything to drink?"

"No, thank you," I decline her offer and look around the house. It's amazing, but also very intimidating.

"Ah, Christian is upstairs, um, the last door on the right," she points to the stairs and plasters a fake smile on her face before walking off into the house.

I shrug and look around the foyer before walking towards the stairs. I smile when I walk up the sweeping staircase and think of my baby growing up here. She will be well loved here.

I walk along the long hallway until I get to the last door on the right. It's closed, and I break into a smile when I see Christian's door.

I look down and fix myself up and taking the onesie out of the bag. I drape it over my arm before knocking quietly and opening the door. I peek my head inside, and the sight in front of me makes me regret even coming here.

Christian is laying on top of his new girlfriend. His hand is running up and down her bent leg sensually while slowly thrusting in and out of her. Her head is thrown back, and her eyes closed while he is kissing her neck.

They are both moaning and softly calling out each other's name while he slowly makes love to her.

My knees turn weak, and the onesie almost falls off of my arm at the heartbreaking sight of him having sex with her. No, not sex. He is making love to her.

I close my eyes tightly and walk backward slowly before quietly shutting the door.

Tears run down my cheeks at what I just witnessed. I cannot believe he would not show up to my appointment because he was spending time with her.

How could he do this to me? I would have thought that he would care enough to come to this appointment at least. I carefully sprint towards the stairs and quickly, without falling, go down the steps.

The housekeeper is cleaning the foyer table when I finally get downstairs. She looks up, and she stops cleaning and gives me a sympathetic smile when she spots my tears. I ignore her and run out of the house to my dad's truck.

I drive home feeling heartbroken and one-hundred percent numb. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and stop at a stop sign. I squeeze my eyes closed and rub my bump and smile through the tears when little Chloe kicks.

"Don't worry; daddy will come around soon," I whisper to my daughter and smile when she kicks again.

He will come around. Then again, he may never come around.


The next day at lunch, I look around the cafeteria and try to spot Christian. I freeze when I see him next to his girlfriend. Once again; they are cuddled together feeding each other.

I sigh and rub my bump to find the courage to go over there and give him my ultrasound from yesterday.

If he doesn't want to come to my appointments, then I will go to him and give him the news myself.

I stand up straight and fix my clothes before walking over to their table. The girls who are sitting with them are all laughing and eating. The pretty strawberry blonde girl notices me first when I finally get to their table.

She stops laughing and stares at me impassively before giving me an overly sweet smile before throwing a fry at Christian's girlfriend. It hits her in the arm causing her to roll her eyes playfully. She looks up at me and freezes.

I stand there awkwardly before everyone. The table suddenly goes quiet, and everybody is staring at me curiously. I don't pay attention to anyone or look at anyone else instead of the pair of gray eyes that are now glaring at me.

He looks beautiful today. He is wearing blue jeans, a hunter green V-neck shirt, and a brown leather jacket. His copper hair is slicked back giving him the bad boy look.

He scowls and then continues to glare at me. I whither from is stare, but find the courage to stand up straight and push the ultrasound towards him.

His girlfriend's eyes widen when she sees what the picture is. Her bright blue eyes turn glassy, and she looks away.

His girlfriend is still beautiful. She is wearing white skinny jeans and a light pink shirt and sandals. Her hair is straight making her gorgeous mahogany hair shine under the lights.

I squirm uncomfortably when Christian snatches the picture and looks down at it in boredom.

His jaw tenses when he sees what it is. He slowly looks up at me, and he stares at me emotionless. I squirm again and start to feel uncomfortable when he doesn't say anything.

"We're having a-," I say, but he cuts me off.

"I fucking see that. Anything else?" he snaps.

My eyes water and I look down when his girlfriend rubs his arm to try to calm him down.

"I just wanted to tell you in person, since you missed the appointment yesterday. I thought you would want to know about your first child," I murmur and look over to his girlfriend.

She looks hurt, but a little part of me beams at the fact that I am having his child and she isn't.

"I don't see why you did. You can go now," he waves me off and throws the ultrasound on the table.

He nuzzles his nose into Ana's neck, and she smiles weakly at him before kissing the side of his face. I look around the table and notice one of the girls with light brown skin and long dark hair is leaning on the table with one hand. She cocks her eyebrow at me and stares at me intently.

Everyone else is staring at me in judgment, causing me to turn around and walk away quickly. I hear snickers and laughs behind me as I walk out of the cafeteria.

I try to ignore the stares and whispers while walking down the hall, but it becomes too much. I burst into tears as I walk towards the bathroom and lock myself in a stall and let the heartbreak and humiliation wash over me.


AN: Pinterest page is under my profile name.

I just wanted to clarify something. Christian told Ana everything, he didn't leave anything out when he told her about the baby. That includes the two girls from his class. Ana made her own mind up about those two, he didn't put anything in her head, he just told her the truth. I never said Christian was not a player or a dick, I did warn everyone that he is going to be a dick in the beginning.

Everyone makes mistakes, and these two are teenagers, they are still somewhat immature and have a lot to learn.

I respect everyone's view, and everyone has their opinion and that is okay. Like I said, I just wanted to clarify that.

Thank you for reading and following.