Here is part two as promised ! Enjoy!
FLASHBACK- 8 months previous
Monday mornings have always
been my least favorite not because of work but because that's when my father chooses to stop by and that's not even the problem it's because he chooses to bring B.L with him every time. BL is like a scab; you can flick him off but he still remains leaving an ugly scar. I listen to what sounds like my fathers Dodge Ram making its way up the gravel hill knowing that that snickering no good cousin of mine is sitting in the passenger seat plotting how to make my dad hate me. Why? Well it's because he has nothing to do with his life. I hear the doorbell and decide I might as well let em of I want them to leave faster. Checking my self I decide that my olive green sweater, khakis, and Sperry boat shoes are fine and go to the door but when I make it there it's not my father and ruthless cousin standing at the door. Oh no it's Mercedes.
"Hi sorry to drop by with out calling but we need to talk." Mercedes' says letting the last words roll off slowly as if she's contemplating saying it.
"Yeah that's fine come in." I say moving aside to let her come in.
It seems as if Mercedes gets prettier every time I see her but today it's like she's glowing. She's wearing a yellow cashmere sweater and blue jeans with tan boots and her hair is pulled into a pony tailing showing that she has on the Tiffany & Co diamonds that I bought her.
"So what you wanna talk about?" I say playing with the buttons of my sweater.
" Sam I'm pregnant." The words sound tiny and barely audible.
"Come again?"
"Sam I'm pregnant and I'm keeping it but I'm not staying in Nashville." She says sitting down into one of the bar chairs.
I began to feel woozy and incoherent like someone slipped something into my Jack Daniels. Shes pregnant I began to say realizing I only have two options. One I can let her leave and pretend this never happened or I could be a father , and risk shame onto the Evans name.
"Where you gonna go?" I finally say.
"California. I have family there. "
"Do you know it's my child or is it B.L's?"
Mercedes stands and walks over to me. I can see the tears forming in her eyes and hating the fact that I caused them.
"Is that all you can ask? What about how you feeling Mercedes or how many months are you? I shouldn't have even come here." She turns, walks to the door, opens it, and turn backs to face me.
"It's a boy. I'm 5 months. I'm feeling fine. In case you were wondering." Mercedes she says sounding bitter and hurt then opens the door and leaves."
END.
3 Months Later
Quinn walks into the room with a stack of wedding magazines and a bag full of white silk napkins. Quinn being a wedding planner is fine by me but the fact that she decides to bring her work home is another story.
"Hey babe." Quinn says leaning over to give me a kiss. "What you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking pasta . "
"Anythings fine for you but I wont be here to eat with you . I have a meeting. "
Quinn crossed over the bed and wrapped her arms around my waist. Funny; any other day I would have melted but today I felt like she was suffocating me.
"Quinn I really should be getting ready the meeting starts at six." I say trying to get out of her bear like grasp.
"It's only 4:20 . "
"I have to make a stop ." I say finally breaking free.
Before she can question any further I grab my briefcase and leave. The truth is I do have a meeting but it's not for work it's with Mercedes. I quickly get into the car, turn the key , and put it into drive. No faster than I pull off the car phone ring.
"PRIVATE CALLER" reads the caller I.D
"Hello." The voice says.
"Hello." I mimic.
"Be careful Sam Evans I'm watching and your not getting off easy. You thought you could hide the baby, and those checks you keep writing to Mercedes are piling up but lucky for you I'm the book keeper." Before I can respond the call hangs up leaving me pissed and a little worried.
Who could know about the baby? No one because we never told anyone. Not one soul. Unless the day Mercedes said she felt watch was meant literally and not as a joke.
FLASHBACK : 2 months ago.
I watched as a dark shadow passed on the streets it was clear that it was a male his butch shoulders were clear indication unless it was a bad built woman but I was sure that whoever it was had been watching like Mercedes said. It was something about the look Mercedes got when she saw the shadows that startled me. It was as if she knew who it was but was way to scared to say what she thought even to her self.
"Mercedes, just take the check." I remember saying because as usual Mercedes was being quite stubborn about the money.
A month ago we decided that we would both raise the baby but keep it secret until after he was born. Every two weeks I would wire Mercy four thousand dollars for her doctors visit and put ten thousand into a separate account but tonight I knew Quinn would check the books and I couldn't risk it showing up on my statement so instead I wrote a check.
"Sam that's a lot of money." She's with a slight quiver in her voice.
"Fourteen thousand ain't a lot of money, fourteen million is a lot of money. Please Merce." I say trying hard to convince her.
Finally she sighs which means she gives up taking both checks she slips them into her purse .
"Thank you and I love you . " I say pulling her into a quick kiss .
Once we break apart I see that look in her eyes and she's staring directly at a lot of trees.
"Ever get the feeling your being watched?" She asks .
END
Suddenly I know how she feels. Secrets are rough but people who know your secrets are pure hell.
A/N: What do you think? Who do you think is watching? Let me know are your thoughts!