Birthday Squabble
Birthday squabble
He stood at the door, petrified with what he saw.
"Get the fuck out!" She insisted.
"Is that a…." He stuttered, while pointing at the thing in her hand.
"Alex, get...the...fuck...out!" She broke down every single word. Perhaps his brain failed to process the words all interlinked with each other.
"Ok!" He obediently walked out and shut the door behind him. He did not Walk away though. He leaned his back on the door because his legs could not carry him any longer.
He knew that he wasn't prepared for what was coming.
"You never know the definition of privacy." Lara grumbled. She leaned on the sink's slab, with her eyes glued on the pregnancy test strip.
"Please don't be positive, please just stick to one line." She prayed.
"I'm not ready to be a mom."
'Then why the fuck did you fuck him raw?' a tiny voice whispered in her head.
"Shut the fuck up!" She yelled at her own thoughts.
'Were you expecting to have a cocoyam by not using condoms?' the voice argued back.
"Screw you!" She slapped her head, in an effort to silence her crazy thoughts.
'You should have even insisted that he'd pull out each time, but what did you do? You kept on screaming harder, harder, harder, Alex!'
The battle between her and her thoughts continued. She had no idea when she dropped the test strip on the sink.
She supported her hands on the slab and stared at the woman looking back at her in the mirror.
"How did my life turn out like this?" She spoke to that woman.
"Are you ok, babe?" Alex called from outside.
"Mind your fucking business!" She yelled at him.
He stayed silent.
In just less than four months, she met her hot neighbor, he fucked her and asked her out, now she is living in a mansion with servants and everything at her disposal… not to forget her creepy boyfriend's dad. And, now, she might be a mom-to-be too.
"What does it say?" Alex called out again.
Her head snapped, she remembered why she was actually in the bath. With her heart beating uncontrollably and her head about to explode, she gently reached for the strip with trembling hands.
"Fuck!" She dropped and raised her hands to her head.
Just what she dreaded.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lara!" She whispered scoldingly to herself.
"How the hell am I gonna tell my parents?" She pondered out loud.
"What if he doesn't even want the baby?" Judging by Alex's stunned look earlier, her fear of the unknown only multiplied.
"You fuck'in blundered, Lara!" She told herself.
"It is gonna be okay babe." Alex wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in a back hug.
She had no idea when he walked in, but she did not protest, not that she even had the energy to do so though.
"We're in this together." He whispered.
"I have no idea what to do." She confessed, leaning completely in his embrace. Surprisingly, she did not shed a tear. It felt like her tear ducts were on strike.
"Me too, but we've got nine months to figure it out." He tried consoling her.
"And I know that you'll make a good mom." He added.
She closed her eyes and smiled.
"You think so?" She asked.
"I know that."
"My fear is you." She turned to face him. At Least his words did calm her freaking heart down a little.
"What about me?" He looked down at her, meeting her gaze.
"I think you are gonna be a terrible father." She said, accompanied by a soft chuckle.
He smiled at her, "good mom + bad dad = perfect parents." He replied.
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.
"My parents are gonna bury me alive when they find out." She buried her face in his chest and whispered.
"You are not a kid anymore, so they have to understand, you'll be 30 years old in just a few days so…."
"What?" She broke the hug, folded her arms over her chest and stared at him.
"Uhmm, what did I say?" He wondered out loud, spinning his eyeballs from one angle of his eye to the other, trying to rack his brain and pinpoint his mistake.
"What did you say my age was again?" She asked with a half smile.
The smile instead scared the shit out of him. "Huhh, 29….?" He said it like it was a question.
She raised her brows questioningly.
"That is what you told me, once." He tried to defend himself.
Actually, it was Tony who did a background check on her and reported her age to him. Now reflecting about it, he wasn't so sure whether 29 years was the age of the other neighbor or hers.
He scratched his head nervously.
"Do I look like I am 29 years old?" She asked instead. "And if my memory serves me right, I don't ever remember mentioning my age to you." She pointed out.
He quickly shook his head in denial, "you look like you are 17 years." He knew that lesson number one: never tell a woman that she looks like her age or worse, older.
"So you think I am a minor?" She leaned back on the sink, crossing both her hands and legs over the other.
"No, you do not…." He tried to explain.
"It means, you would fuck a minor?" She asked again.
"What, no… hell no!" He tried to vindicate himself.
"So, if we had a daughter, you'll be comfortable with her fucking 32 year old men while she's 17 years old?"
"Jesus Christ, Lara, no!" He held her shoulders. 'How the hell did she fast-forward her mind till that time?'
Deep down, he was nursing all possible scenarios to make Anthony disappear from the earth, for putting him in this shit.
"That's just what you are insinuating." She argued.
"But your birthday is on the 27th of this month right?" He asked, so as to weigh the intensity of Tony's crimes. If this was wrong too, then the 27th would be the last day of Tony's life.
"Because you heard Rita saying it over the phone the other night right?"
"Who the hell is Rita even?" He asked ignorantly.
"My colleague, the one I always talk to, who loves gossiping a lot?" She helped him refresh his memory.
"Oh...yea! The redhead?" Realization dawned on him.
"Jesus Christ, Alex," she slapped his chest and pushed him out of her way. "You are unbelievable." She said as she walked past him.
"And I am 26 years old, Alex." She said as she walked out of the bathroom.
Alex remained by the sink. He bit his lip in guilt.
"I swear, I'll kill you this time." He looked in the mirror and threatened poor Tony.
He looked down at the test strip that she'd left behind.
It was his turn to have a monologue and query himself.
