17. Unexpected

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  Before you read, I'm putting up a warning as for a subject that is brought up in this chapter can be touchy and sensitive to others. It's talked about in politics, religion (most likely, I'm guessing it is. Although I'm not a religious person.) And other places. Everyone has an opinion on the topic, and the best way for me to put this, is don’t comment it. I don’t care, and others who are reading don’t. Just keep it to yourself, is all that I ask for. And don't forget this story is purely fiction.  Enjoy! :) 

Chapter 17 – Unexpected

   “Holy shit, Alex.” I breathed, my eyes bulging out of their eye sockets. Alex is a … father? I no longer could even look at him. How did Alex keep this from me so long, that he is a father? An actual father to a living baby.

   The room grew hot, including the insides of me. A sickening feeling arose in my stomach, and it was definitely not anxiety. “Oh my god, I think I’m going to throw up.” I mumbled.

   Quickly, I hopped off the couch and ran to the bathroom. I run my hands through my hair as I paced in the small bathroom, one step forward, and then turn around, take one step. I had already locked the door behind me. I needed to take a moment away from Alex. An Alex that happens to be a father, a father to a baby whose mother is married to a different man.

   “Dear Jesus,” My mouth turned dry and my body rapidly boiling. My stomach still had an untamable feeling inside. “this can’t be happening.”

   I take a nearby wash cloth and run it under the sink, making sure it was cold. I placed it on top of my forehead to help my uneasiness.

   But it did little justice, so I cupped my hands under the facet and splashed the refreshing water onto my heated face.

I looked up towards the mirror, my face was pale with my cheeks heated with red. 

“Laila,” Alex softly whispered from the other side of the door.

“Jus-just a minute!” I stammered, trying to get a hold of myself.

   I ran my hand through my hair for the countless amount of time as I walked back and forth. My knees were weak from all that I had just heard, and the heat flash.

“Okay, Laila. You can do this.” I prep talk to myself, looking in the mirror.

   Unlocking the door, I gradually opened it. Only to be faced to an Alex who stood there awkwardly. I paused in my steps to look at him, which was uncomfortable. The only sound that could be heard was the drizzling rain outside, and the ceiling fan.

   He nodded his head, and walked over to the couch. I kept my arms close to my side and moved to the couch with a careful pace, not really trusting my knees.

   When we sat, my eyes couldn’t help but notice to find something in his soften eyes, tears. They were at the brim, almost about to fall onto his face.

Something told me that the story I heard was about to take an awful trip into devastation.

“Alex,” I hastily said.

     His face shoots up, and stares at mine. He looked in distraught with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes layered with a thin coat of tears. It made my heart ache just to see him like this. He licked his lips continuously, with a strong bite afterwards. I was thinking the worse, and with my senses, I knew I was right. “The baby,” I said, and rubbed the back of my neck. I was hesitating for all the right reasons, just like anyone else would in this type of situation. “it’s not here on this earth, isn’t it.”

    He nodded his head slightly but over and over again, and looked to the opposite direction, for me not to notice the tear that had fallen on his cheek. But I did, I very much had notice the heartbreak that was unraveling in front of me.

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