Baby Steps

2.

B A B Y   S T E P S

[CHAPTER TWO]

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"He's taking advantage of your good nature." 

I sighed as I listened on the phone to my best friend, Olivia, ramble on about how big of mistake it was agreeing to look after Arabella.

"He's not taking advantage of me. He needs my help and I think it's brave for a male to seek for help-"

"Guys like him use girls like you. Haven't you seen the movies or read the books where this happens?"

"This isn't a film or a book. This is real life, single fathers struggling with their child so they ask for extra help." I reminded her forcefully.

"You didn't even offer, by the sounds of things he pressured into doing it all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants!"  She exclaimed causing me to remove the phone from my ear for a few seconds.

"He is desperate for help! Anyway, what's wrong with helping a neighbour out for a bit?" I smirked, knowing there was noway she could object to my view.

"Just because you fancy him!"

"I don't!" I gasped defensively. "I hardly know the guy as he's usually away with his band."

"If you hardly know him, then why are you helping him out for free?"

I didn't reply leaving Olivia awaiting an answer for several minutes.

"I bet in a weeks time, he won't want you for his daughter but for himself."

"I can't wait to tell you I told you so."

The phone call needed without a goodbye or love you. Throughout the phone call, I felt myself grow defensive towards Brad and ashamed of how society saw a single father. Keep his dick in his pants. Not every pregnancy is planned and not every pregnancy is a bad one.

Instead of allowing my temper to continuously rise after the phone converstation, I decided to do something constructive with my time. I had arranged with Brad that tomorrow I would look after Arabella for three hours whilst he went to the studio with the band to record some covers for their YouTube channel.

I smiled to myself knowing that without me, Brad would still be struggling share his time between the band and his daughter especially with his mum still away.

"SIENNA!" A voice called - it sounded like it was coming from the back door. I shuffled my feet along the floorboards to the kitchen when I saw a figure standing behind the back door, calling my name numerous times.

"Brad!" I sighed in relief opening to the door to see him holding on to a half naked Arabella.

"There's something wrong with Arabella, we need to take her to the hospital right now!" He panicked as fear overwhelmed him. However, instead of sharing his fear I looked at him confused - Arabella seemed fine.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked calmly, noticing that she was smiling.

"She's got a rash!" Brad spat out, turning Arabella around to show her bare bum. "Look!"