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And So It Is
Chapter 11
I curled up under the warm feather down comforter, while Rachel ran her fingers through my hair. I sighed and laid my head across her stomach. She was my best friend and I knew without a doubt, she always would be. I was happy, but scared at the same time. It had been a few days since I found out the news of my pregnancy. My parents, who were only in town for two days before leaving again, took the news rather well. My father wasn't too excited, but he seemed to be happy. Except for the fact, I refused to tell them who the father was, and they know it wasn't Xavier. My mother was extremely excited about the prospect of becoming a grandmother. She immediately wanted to go out shopping for baby clothes, but I had to remind her that I had yet to find out if it was a boy or a girl. Mandy was also thrilled about becoming an aunt, always touching and rubbing my stomach whenever she got the chance. Besides my immediately family, only Rachel knew of my pregnancy.
"What are you gonna do?"
I thought about her question for a moment. What could I do? I was pregnant and I was not about to have an abortion. I never had anything against them, i believe that women deserve the right to choose for their own body, and honestly, if it was anyone else's but Richard's, I would be strongly considering the option. I'm only 21 years old, but I'm a responsible adult. It's not like I can't afford a child. I was on birth control, but that is only 99 percent accurate when using it properly. I wanted to laugh, Richard must have some amazing sperm. His seed really wants to continue. Defying the laws of birth control and condoms, it was too funny to be real. But it was real.
Babs was about 5 or 6 weeks farther along then I was. Her and Richard were engaged and would be married after the birth of their child. I chewed on my bottom lip in thought, I couldn't tell him. What could I say? 'Oh yeah. By the way, before you marry her you might want to know I'm pregnant with your love child.' Like that would go over real well. I would never put Richard in the position to choose, not when their are children's lives involved. I didn't know much about Babs' family or if she was wealthy without Richard, but I was. My family had more money then I could imagine, only rivaled by Richard. I could easily raise a child on my own. It was almost like a dream come true to think that I was gonna be having Richard's baby, but also a nightmare at the same time to know that I could never have Richard.
I would keep it from him. I know that's wrong and he deserves to know, but it won't change anything. I won't be showing for awhile, but before I do I'll move to my family's villa in the Italian countryside. I have to get away from everything. If the press found out I was pregnant... or even worse, who the father is... everything would go to hell. Too make it worse, he would be seen as some horrible family man and it would completely ruin his reputation and I would be seen as some whorish home wrecker. Not that I really cared about what they thought of me, it was actually quite amusing. The innocent princess billionaire was a pregnant tramp. I'm sure they would expect that from Mandy, not me. I couldn't do that to Richard. His reputation is part of his business, he needed it to make connections and stay on top with Bruce.
"I'm gonna leave. Move away. Not tell Richard anything." I finally spoke. Rachel gave me an incredulous look.
"He deserves to know."
"No, he doesn't. And you can't tell him either. I can easily raise a child on my own."
Rachel sighed, "I won't tell him, but you should. It's his flesh and blood. And you aren't raising that child by yourself. Aunty Rachel is gonna help you."
I frowned, "I'm moving to Italy."
"Then I'll move with you."
"What about Garfield?"
"He can come too, right? You are going to that awesome villa you guys have, right?"
"Yeah. Of course he can come. I just don't want it to be anything suspicious. Richard can't find out."
"What's so wrong with him knowing?"
"You really don't know? Babs is pregnant and she is engaged to him. I don't know about her background and I don't want to make Richard choose between us. I have the finances to raise a child on my own... what if Babs doesn't?"
"You know he'd give her a couple of million to raise the kid. She wouldn't be broke if he married you instead." Rachel said, playing with a strand of my hair.
"Maybe I don't want to get married." I said quietly. It was somewhat true.. I honestly didn't know what I wanted anymore. Yes, I loved him more than anything. I worshipped him, but now I have a baby to worry about. What if Richard isn't exactly the best father? He was always good to me - in high school, but from what I've heard... he's become a sort of playboy, taking as many women as possible as some sort of conquest in college.
"You are such a horrible liar." Rachel teased. I just laughed a little in response, what was I to say?
"Well, I'm excited," Rachel said as she stretched, "We're having a baby!"
"What are you doing here?" Xavier seemed perplexed.
"I need to talk to you." I said, pushing my way past him and into his condo. It was late, probably close to three in the morning, not that I really cared. I had to end things with him, he needed to know.
"Well, What's up?" He asked while running his fingers through his hair. God, he looked so damn adorable all sleepy-eyed and clad in only a pair of black and red checkered boxers.
"I'm going to Italy." I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him.
"When will you be back?" He asked, sitting next to me on the plush sofa. I can't even remember when I sat down. It must be my nerves.
"I don't know. I might not come back." I said quietly.
"Why?"
I looked at him, "Do you remember when I told you I was with Richard on New Years."
"Yes."
"Well because of that incident. I'm pregnant." There was a long pause and I almost thought maybe he had fallen back asleep.
"I'm gonna kill him." He said it so calmly with only a hint of anger. It didn't even sound like him.
"He's not going to know. He's gonna stay with Babs and I'm gonna leave and raise the child on my own."
"No, you're not." Xavier said firmly.
"Yes I am."
"No, Kori. You're not."
I glared at him, "Yes, Xavier. I am. You aren't my father. I can do what I want."
"No, I'm not your father, but I'm going to be your husband."
I was shocked. What the hell was he talking about? "W..What?"
He grabbed my hand in his, "You are going to marry me and I will help you raise this child. I'll raise the baby as if it was my own."
I pulled my hand away, "I'm not going to marry you."
"Why not? I love you. You are my world. I'd do anything for you. Why won't you marry me!"
"Because I don't love you! I care about you, yes very much so, but we both know I'm still in love with Richard!"
"Kori please! I know you can grow to love me with time. A baby needs a father.. please. Please let me love you."
I shook my head, "No, it isn't fair to you. You deserve someone that can give you all of them. I can't. Richard was my first and only love. I'm going to have his baby and I know with time you would grow to resent that baby because it is his, not yours and I don't want you hating me or the child."
"I could never hate you. I love you more than anything. Please, please.. don't leave me. I need you. Don't break my heart." He was on his knees in front of me, grabbing my hands again.
I didn't know what to do. Do I leave him and have him go through everything I went through with Richard, or do I make him happy and marry him? I was confused. Totally and completely confused. It wasn't right for him to take care of me and a child that wasn't his. I could feel my palms going sweaty and I felt extremely dizzy all of a sudden.
"Can I laydown?" I asked quietly. He nodded and picked me up, carrying me to his bedroom. He laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me protectively. His hand rested over my stomach and he softly rubbed it. Soon I fell into a peaceful sleep without having to worry about anything.
"What do you mean the villa is being renovated?" I rubbed the slight bulge on my stomach. I was four months, close to five, pregnant and I needed to move away now! But unfortunately my mother thought it would be best to renovate the villa. I swear I think everyone is against me!
"It's exactly what I said. It's being renovated."
"But.. I was gonna live there for awhile. Raise the baby..." I didn't finish. I noticed the odd sparkle in my mother's eye and I frowned. The bitch planned this. She knew what I was planning and decided to be a mega bitch and do that.
"Well now you will just have to raise the baby here." She was way too happy. I frowned and planted myself in the large overstuffed chair of my daddy's office. By now both my parents knew that Richard was the father and also that Richard and Babs were having major problems. They still had hope that him and I would get together, completely disregarding the fact that Babs was pregnant. There was still Xavier to consider, Ever since he found out I was pregnant, no matter it wasn't his baby, he had been doting on me like some loving husband. Still proposing every chance he got, still trying to take care of me, still professing his undying love. I had kept very far away from Richard, but I could tell he knew something was up when I saw him last month and refused alcohol, my excuse of not being in the mood didn't work, we were at a party.
"Darling, since you are staying here. I think we should announce your pregnancy at your birthday gala."
"I don't want a gala. I don't want anyone to know I'm pregnant cause then they will ask questions and no one needs to know who the father is." I was getting angry and also extremely upset, I was on the verge of tears.
"Oh baby," My mother came and wrapped her arms around me, "Don't worry. You are gonna upset the baby. Just relax. You are going to have a birthday gala, but we wont mention your pregnancy... although it will be very clear."
I was about to respond when Mandy rushed into the room, looking very out of breath. She hunched over her knees and placed her hand on her chest, trying to steady her breathing.
"Mandy, what's wrong?" My mother asked, looking very concerned. Normally, I could give a shit about Mandy and her bullshit, but she seriously looked like something wrong.
"Babs... stairs... hospital... baby..," She was still out of breath but looked directly at me, "..miscarriage."
I felt completely and utterly sick.
