31. Sinful Book 2

"So you're saying that I'm going to have a baby sister?" Diego smiled, rubbing my stomach, leaning into me and giving my stomach a hug. I laughed at his cuteness but tears spilled from my eyes as I did. How was this little boy more mature than his stupid father, a very stupid and immature man.

We got to my apartment, this same apartment I brought Diego to when his father didn't want him. I didn't have the strength to clean the house, so Diego and I went into my old room to hide away from everything and everyone else. Diego laid down around my waist, hugging my stomach for a while.

"Don't cry mommy, I promise I'll take care of her, and you," Diego placed a kiss on my stomach. The little action and his warm words brought hot fresh tears to my eyes.

"Don't cry mommy, I promise I'll do a good job," the little boy looked up at me, and I couldn't control myself. Diego was being strong for me and strong for him. What do I do with this perfect child?

"I know you will, I trust you will do a better job at taking care of her than me," I smiled down at him and he nodded his head. I made my decision then, that I would take care of my children myself whether Antonio wanted to be a part or not. Antonio doesn't even deserve children, and he keeps rejecting them like he has a choice.

Diego and I spent about two hours in the house, when I heard knocks on my door, they were fast and begging. I knew it couldn't be anyone other than Antonio. My heart warmed, he came back because he realized that I didn't get pregnant to trap him, and he wants this kid with me. I opened the door, and became even more angry than I was when I left the house.

Antonio stood there at my door frame, and behind him was Samantha with a smile on her stupid lips. Oh how I wanted to slap that smile off her stupid face, fucking fool.

"Where's he?" Antonio asked me, referring to Diego. Antonio has on his work clothes from earlier, but his shirt wasn't tucked into his pants and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows, his hair was in a very messy bun, and his face had no color or expression on it as he talked; even his words, nothing had life.

Antonio didn't wait for a reply from me, instead, he pushed past me and went to my room. Why was he being like this? What did I ever do to make him treat me this way?

"You see? I told you I'd destroy everything. You told me to leave the house, but do you know where I'd be sleeping tonight while you sleep alone here?" Samantha asked and laughed. My heart broke. Again, she won. I let her win, Antonio let her win.

"You're nothing, you mean nothing to him now, and you'll get to experience what I experienced with him leaving you in the dust," she laughed. I couldn't take it any more.

"I think I can take care of myself, and I won't let myself obsess over a man," I managed to defend myself, but it wasn't enough, I wanted to put Samantha in her place.

"If I were you, I'd kill the thing and move on with my life," Samantha spat. I balled my hands into fists, ready to throw hands if she didn't shut up, but Antonio appeared with Diego in his arms.

"Where do you think you're taking him to?" I asked him, running over to him to collect the sleeping child.

"He is my son," Antonio answered like those lifeless words are supposed to give me all the answers I needed.

"So is the little one in my womb, but I don't think that's something you want to get into right now, right?" I could feel the tears threatening to fall, but I didn't want Antonio to see my tears, not anymore.

"You don't have any right over my son," Samantha dared to say. Antonio didn't seem moved by her words, instead, he walked out of my apartment the same way he came in; lifeless and faking stupid.

I wanted him to show some emotion, I needed something to hold on to, something that wasn't this zombie life he was on, something that will tell me that he didn't mean to hurt me, but I got nothing. I wanted to shout at him and tell him just how horrible he is, but I didn't have the strength, I was weak and tried from all the crying.

"Sewa, I hope you take this as a lesson. Anything that belongs to me, you can't have. Not my man, not my kid," Samantha smiled.

"You said he proposed to you, but he didn't tell you the reason why he doesn't want to have children? If a man can't confide in you, he doesn't love or trust you, Sewa, that's not what love is," Samantha scoffed, looking at me as though she pitied me when I knew she didn't.

"Take care of Dan for me," Samantha smiled and followed after Antonio, slamming my door as she left. I broke down again, hating the hold Samantha had over what was once my family, I hated that she now saw me as a weak person who couldn't keep what she had. I hate that Antonio is going to give her what was once mine. I hate him, I hate him so much I just want to kill him.

I sat down on the ground with my head pressed against the closed door, then I let everything settle in, the fact that I woke up with a boyfriend and a son, and now I only have the growing life inside me that was rejected by their father. I let my loneliness sink in.

I put my hands over my stomach, hoping that I could feel something, some type of movement to tell me that I wasn't alone, but I got nothing, the child hadn't even formed a heart yet, how would I feel anything? I closed my eyes, then I cried.