After I kindly embarrassed myself in front of all his friends, Randy takes me upstairs to his suite. I head for the bathroom to try and make myself seem somewhat presentable to him. Looking in the mirror makes me want to cry. My eyes are bloodshot, my hairs a mess and my skin is green. Quietly I step back in the room and look into the concerned eyes of my baby's father.
Wow, I'm a Maury show in the making. He grabs my hand and leads me toward the bed. I lay my head on his shoulder as I try to get my breath steady. I didn't know it was going to be this hard.
"I missed you G. I didn't think you were going to call me. I figured if you didn't call me by the time we got back to Philly, I was just going to come looking for you."
I look down as he places his hand in mine and I notice that there is no longer a platinum ring wrapped around his finger. I must have a look of confusion on my face because before I can even ask, he answers the question for me.
"We broke up."
"Why?"
"Cause I couldn't stop thinking about being with someone else. It wasn't fair to her and I figured I mine as well cut my losses now."
I simply nod turning to look at him. Ok, I'm just going to outright say it. That way it will be out in the open and I can leave.
"I have something to tell you. Uh, the funny thing is, I wasn't even going to tell you. I mean, you're young, got your whole life ahead of you, you don't need to be tied down with my shit."
"What are you talking about?"
I take a deep breath and refuse to look him in the eye. "I'm pregnant."
I close my eyes and prepare for his reaction. I'm telling you now, if this motherfucker asks me if I'm sure that he's the father or not, I'm going to jail. Three minutes pass by and the room is still quiet and my head is still down. Finally I look up at him just to make sure he's still breathing. His eyes seem to hold a blank stare and I'm plagued with guilt for turning his life upside down.
Wordlessly, I get up to grab my purse and I head for the door. Before I leave, I turn to him one last time.
"Randy, look, I didn't tell you this to freak you out. I don't want anything from you. Me and my baby will be just fine without you. I just thought that you had a right to know, but in no way are you obligated to do anything," I reach for the door handle but am stopped by his deep voice filling the air.
"Our."
"Excuse me?"
"You just said you and your baby. It's our baby, Gia and I'm not going to turn my back on my kid."
I feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders as he seems to gain some color back in his face. I nod at him as I open the door. There is no sense in me staying here any longer than I have to. He now knows so I feel like I've done my job.
"I'll see you around Orton."
It's been two days since I finally broke down and told Randy the truth and I feel much better for doing so. I'm sitting on my couch reading the Philadelphia Inquirer trying to look for a new job that will fit around my school schedule. I can't raise a baby in a bar so I have to do something else. Unfortunately, most night jobs are bartenders, waitresses, or retail workers. I don't think I fit the bill for a Gap girl. Especially with a protruding belly.
I stand up to stretch and head for the kitchen to take my pre-natal pills. Believe it or not, I'm starting to get used to the idea of being a mother. It's like I'm given a second chance to do what my parents never did.
Even though the situation isn't the most ideal, I have to admit that it could be a lot worse. Although I've noticed that this was the second time that Randy and I separated from each other that I didn't get any contact information. I hear someone knocking at my door and I grab my money out of my purse. It must be the pizza man delivering my dinner. I open the door and get the shock of my life. Randy is standing at my door with two men and brown boxes.
"What the hell?"
The two men walk past me as Randy offers me a smile and a quick kiss on the lips.
"I have a proposition for you."
"Who the hell are they?"
"Oh. That's John and Adam." Randy tells me this like it's supposed to be the most obvious thing in the world to me. All I know is there are three muscular men in my home and I have no idea why.
"Why are they here?"
"To help us."
"Us? Help us do what exactly?"
"I want you to move to St. Louis with me."
I grip the wall as I try to balance myself. I keep repeating his words in my head to make sure that I heard him correctly. St. Louis? This man really must get hit in the head often.
"I'm not moving, Randy."
I hear him let out a frustrated sigh and right now I couldn't give a damn. "Don't you think it would be better that way? I mean, I have a house with plenty of room and you have the apartment. Besides, what's keeping you here anyway?"
I don't like the way he said that last question and the look on my face must have shown it because the next thing I know, his two little friends head for the bedroom and shut the door. I roll my sleeves up as I place a hand on my hip.
"My life is keeping me here, Randy. Just because I'm pregnant with your baby does not mean that I'm just going to be your genie, doing what ever the fuck you want whenever you decide to rub the lamp. Not happening, buddy boy. My education is here, my job, my apartment. They are all things that are in Philadelphia.
Besides, I don't know if you noticed or not, but we barely know each other. What makes you think that we should just live together all willy nilly and shit?"
He cocks his head to the side as he studies my mannerisms. Sometimes when he stares at me, I find incredibly sexy and it shakes my whole body. Now he's just pissing me off and I'm ready to dot his eye.
"Gia, I just want to do what's right. I want you and the baby in Saint Louis with me. You can transfer schools, and you can always find a new job. But I don't want to not have you around. Now will you please go in the room and start packing your bags so we can go?"
