Chapter eighteen

"I don't know, I was on the pills and...and I'm just so confused Cathy, I can't have a baby right now. I'm not ready to be a mum." She sobbed into her hands.

I get up from my chair and pull her into a hug.

"We'll figure this out Gar, I promise." I don't break my promises and I do promise to do anything and everything I can to make sure she's fine.

"First things first, we need to know if you're actually pregnant so this will not just be us getting worried over nothing." She nodded against me and wiped her tears.

I grab the box of Kleenex and hand it to her, she takes it from me mustering up a small smile.

"Are you off for the rest of the night?"I ask taking off my work outside and putting on the clothes I wore to school.

"Yes," I turn to her with curiosity in my eyes, she reads the unasked question and sighed. "He pays for most of the nights, that he doesn't want me to be with anyone else."

I guess the he is the father so I nod in understanding a little bit relieved but still doubtful.

"You know the father then. Who is it?" Even as I ask that, i hear a ringing in my ear, scared of what the answer will be.

"I can't tell you." She whispered and I stare at her dumbfounded.

"What do you mean you can't Gar?" I gasp, realization setting in. "Please don't tell me he is married."

She shakes her head no and I relax, just a bit.

"You know what, we'll figure all of this out let's just find out if you're actually pregnant." I grab her hands and sling my backpack over my shoulder before following her out.

"Where's your Mr. Mystery man?" She asked when we were in the cab.

She was a lot more calm now thankfully.

"Said he has some appointment." I spat out, ignoring how angry it made me. Why was I even angry?

"You sound quite jealous." She muttered looking out the window when I sent her a glare.

"I am not jealous, why should I be? He is just some billionaire who is bored of his boring life and has a lot more dollars to spare." Maybe it was my tone but she nodded and turned.

I noticed her hand wrapped around her lower abdomen. I don't even know if to be excited or scared, what if she is actually having a baby? Will the father even accept it? At least he is not married.

Not to be a fun kill but I don't really think the man whoever he is, is ready for that type of responsibility, the gentleman's club only has the gentleman name, they weren't like that.

Gar held my hand from when we got to the hospital and the tests was taken and she held on tighter when the doctor came back with the result.

The older woman smiled at the both of us before handing Gar the result.

"Congratulations miss Sanchez, you are three weeks along." The ringing in my ear returns and I turned to Garcia who's eyes were filled with tears.

I zone out when the woman was giving her advice and all. We take the multivitamins she prescribed from the pharmacy and stepped out waiting for our Uber when a dark blue almost black Mercedes parked in front of us, A man stepped out, he looked to be in his mid thirties or early thirties.

Garcia sucked in a breathe when he walked up to us in his fine suit.

"Garcia," His thick accent like hers couldn't be missed.

He said something in Spanish and she nodded. I watch confused as his eyes glazed over with joy and he pulled her into a hug. She didn't look as happy as he was.

Garcia's baby daddy I guess I can call him that now since she is actually pregnant dropped me off at home in his car, I was quite surprised to see him driving himself.

I noticed how he held on to Garcia's hand when driving, it was cute but I couldn't judge seeing how unhappy Garcia looked. We'll talk about this tomorrow, I make a mental reminder.

What could possibly be wrong with him? He was tall enough, his black slightly curly hair and 3'o clock shadow that made him look rugged and manly in a classy way, even I did a double take.

The car ride was silent and I told him my address. I wave Garcia goodbye before stepping out of the car.

I watched as the car drove off. I turn to the place I call home and I'm a bit surprised to see the lights on. Emma is always in bed by this time so seeing it on was surprising.

Dear lord I hope the wild witch of the west is not back, I cannot deal with her right now.

I walk up to the front porch and open the door with my key, a groan leaves my lips when I saw her sitting there with a cucumber on her eyes and some goey black shit on her face.

Whatever facial she does isn't going to make her any less ugly.

"You finally decide to come back." I roll my eyes and close the door behind me.

"Yeah, you know most strippers stay the whole night out but I'm home by one. I'm quite well mannered." I spit at her walking to the kitchen.

I pick a bottle of water form the fridge and take a big gulp only then noticing how parched I was.

"Don't speak to me like that Catherine, I'm saving you." She muttered from the seattee, I roll my eyes as reply well aware she couldn't see me.

"Yeah by throwing me in the arms of men. It's no wonder you don't have any kids."

"A smart decision on my part obviously, how troubling it would have been to have a child like you." I ignore her and walk up the stairs.

I stop by Emma's room aware that she would be sleeping but I just needed to check on her. Her behaviour these past few days is unacceptable but she's my sister and the only thing I could do as a sister was make sure she's fine.

I wouldn't want her to be in the same situation that I am presently.

I consider taking a shower but my body couldn't possibly stand in the shower and a bubble bath sounds like heaven but please, I'm tired so I go to bed after changing into an oversized T-shirt only.