My baby daddy (baby daddy series #1) {COMPLETED}

CHAPTER FIVE | FRIENDLY GESTURE

Wendy POV

    You never know how life will occur, even trying to understand the incomprehensible is right through unnecessary; because you will never understand how your destiny will be. Once upon a time, I thought Jake was my world, that we would share our lives. Cliché, I know... I, like many other teenagers, was naive.     

    However, I didn't understand that until my whole world collapsed before my eyes. Even though it was hard to get out of my own personal hell, I'm glad I managed to get out of it, alive. It was tough for me to process what happened, mostly since I was alone in my grief and pain.

    No one was there for me, not Jake and not my parents either. I haven't spoken to him since I disappeared from the face of the Earth. Well, I didn't exactly disappear; I just made myself invisible and moved. All because he shouldn't find me and manipulate me again, so I'd come back to him.

    It isn't worth it; HE is not worth it. Even though I know it, it's just like my brain stops working every time he comes and apologizes. I forgive him without hesitation or thinking; he's my greatest weakness. The worst part is that he's very well aware of it and can thus use it against me.

    That's why I had to make the tough choice to leave him behind. The pain inside me was indescribable after I once again found him in bed with another woman. It wasn't the first time it happened, and it's hardly the last time either. Jake was a nice person, and he cared about other people, everyone but me.

    Or yes, it's a wrong expression. He cared about me, just not about my feelings. He couldn't understand how I could feel betrayal every time he was with someone else. He thought I was selfish because I didn't allow him to be with anyone else.

    The problem is, I haven't told him he can't be with anyone else; the only thing I said was that if he now absolutely wants and must be with others, then I will leave him. I have nothing against polyamorous people; on the contrary, if it makes them happy, then go for it!

    But I didn't want such a relationship; it just didn't feel right for me. I may be boring because I want a 100% monogamous relationship, but at the same time, I have a right to be. I neither want, nor should have to share my partner with anyone else if it makes me feel uncomfortable; if that makes me selfish, then so be it, I'm selfish.

    Jake never understood my mindset. The thing was that he isn't polyamorous; he's just an unfaithful bastard. It's that simple. My phone vibrated on the table and the sound pulled me out of my thoughts on "good old memories". It was Jaxon who sent me a text. I open up the message.

"Hey, how are you today?" I smile at his thoughtfulness and that he was at all kind enough to give me a thought.

"I'm okay, how about you?"

"Much work to do, otherwise good, I guess."

"That's nice to hear."

"I checked at work and there's an opening for you as my brother's personal assistant if you're interested?"

"I don't know Jaxon... Is that really a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"For starters, I'm pregnant."

"Which he is aware of and he said that it didn't bother him."

"Second, I won't be able to be there to work, I have to do it from home."

"Not that big of a problem, I asked a doctor earlier about the possibility for a triplets pregnant woman working in a wheelchair. He said that it was fine unless you overexert yourself, you should be fine. But of course, if it makes your work easier, that can be arranged." That made me smile, he really cared about me.

"Third, I have no experience."

"Not a problem, you're just in charge of keeping up with his schedule and remind him of his meetings."

"Fourth, I need to find a new place to live and is right now under constant pressure."

"I was going to suggest this later when we meet for coffee but I guess now is as good as ever... I have a spare bedroom in my apartment close to the company that you can stay in for as long as you need. Just until you find a new place to stay at." That message rocked my world a little, I thought hard and long, but in the end I couldn't think of a single reason to say "no", neither to the job offer nor to the accommodation.

"Fifth... Okay, I got nothing. I guess I can't afford to say no to this."

"That makes me really happy! I always wanted a roommate. I've got to get back to work now, but I'll come and pick you up by five? Maybe I can treat you to a nice dinner?"

"Is this a date?"

"Oh hunny, I'm so totally gay that not even that gorgeous ass of yours can make me straight. See you later!"

    I laugh at his message; I wasn't aware that he was gay. Not that it matters to me. I accept all forms of people and s****l preferences, provided that they are legal and don't harm anyone in a way they don't think is okay.

    With a deep sigh, I pick up all the moving boxes I have left after my last move and start gradually packing down what's been my home in the previous few months. I know I won't have to take things like kitchenware home to Jaxon, but I also grasp that the apartment has to be empty when I leave regardless.

    Maybe I can store my furniture and some moving boxes in a storage room somewhere, provided it doesn't cost far too much. My head starts spinning as I look around; I have far too much stuff to pack down and not even close enough time.

    I don't know when I'm supposed to finish packing everything, and I'm not sure exactly when Jaxon expects me to move in, even if it's just temporary. Music always helps me to work; therefore, I start my Spotify and begin packing down everything I see in order.

    When the doorbell ring, I have no idea how long time has passed; the only thing I see is that it's dark outside. Confused, I walk to the door and open it. Jaxon is leaning towards the doorpost and looks amused at me.

"You forgot, didn't you?"

    Realization dawns on me. We were supposed to go for dinner, and I was supposed to be done by five! I slap my forehead for my stupidity. Damn pregnancy brain!

"I'm so so sorry, I totally forgot!" I exclaim, and he just smiles before walking inside my now almost empty apartment with a confused look on his face.

"Have you packed everything by yourself?" he asks, and his question baffles me.

"Yeah? Wasn't I supposed to?"

"Of course not! I would have hired people for that; you're pregnant for goodness sake!" he exclaims, and I feel bad knowing that he had already everything planned out.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, be proud! You packed your whole home down in a couple of hours, which takes dedication. But now, we must hurry to the restaurant. I could hear your stomach growling from downstairs. Come on, chop-chop!"

    I chuckle at him, retrieve my coat and purse from the couch before following him out of the apartment. When we get to the stairs, he stretches out his hand to lead me down the stairs. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"I'm pregnant. Not invalid. I'm perfectly capable of going down a staircase myself."

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p.' "You shouldn't walk downstairs alone at all, and it was foolish of you to do it from the very beginning. Your stomach is heavy, and your babies are valuable cargo; it's enough with a small error step, and you can fall. Then not only will you be harmed, but your babies can die. NO STAIRS ALONE!"

"Okay, okay. Jeez," I sigh because I know there's no point in trying to argue.

    Jaxon's already made up his mind, and who am I to contradict when all he wants is to help me? That's why I let him hold my arm to lead me down the stairs, and that is lucky since I was close to fall when we almost reach the bottom, and I stumble. Jaxon grab me before I can fall, and give me a knowing look.

    Out it's cold; fortunately, he had parked right outside the door. He opens the door to his shiny black Audi, and I sit down. I can't even put my seatbelt on myself; he does it for me. We drive from there to a restaurant that I don't know where or what it's called.

    Only now do I think that I might be underdressed for a nice restaurant. I suddenly feel self-conscious about myself. As if he can read thoughts, he put his hand over mine and says;

"You look beautiful, Wendy; there's no need to feel bad for which clothes you have on nor how you look. We're not going to something over fancy. I thought we should save that to another time when you're not this tired."

    I give him a grateful smile and a nod. The music on the radio plays softly in the background, and the only sounds except that is the humming engine. We don't talk, and we don't need to. My mind drifts away along the way somewhere because suddenly, we stop outside an Italian restaurant.

    Jaxon gets out of the car and walks around it to help me out. He gives me his hand and pulls me out. We walk side by side into the cutest little lobby I've ever seen! It is adorable with white tablecloths with red squares and lit tables in bottles at every table.

    The whole place gives me 'Lady and the tramp' vibes, and I love every second of it! We walk to the woman, probably in charge of the guests, since she's holding a clipboard in her hands with a bored expression on her face.

"Welcome, have you made a reservation?" she asks without looking up from her papers.

"Yes, under the name Winston," Jaxon answers, and she abruptly looks up from the papers with a wide-eyed look; she looks absolutely terrified, and that makes me laugh on the inside; serves her right for being rude.

"Of course, Mr. Winston. This way," she sways her hips when she walks us towards a table with a 'VIP' sign on it and plays with a curl of her hair while we sit down.

"Well, do you have some menus, or are we supposed to guess what food you have here?" Jaxon asks her, annoyed and visibly not interested, probably because he is gay, but she doesn't know that; she giggles at him and press her boobs closer to his face.

"You're so funny!"

"Huh, I wasn't trying to be," he answers coldly; this girl clearly can't take a hint; she gives us the menus, rubs her hand over his arm, and he froze in place, clearly uncomfortable.

"Maybe we can go on a date sometime?" she asks in a, well, I guess it's supposed to be a seductive voice, but instead, she sounds like a hot-headed teacher on crack though.

"Okay, listen here... First of all, I'm gay. Secondly, I wouldn't date you even if I were straight, and thirdly, I would most likely be dating this beautiful lady I have in front of me if I was. Who you moreover have ignored the whole time we've been here. Behave like a normal f*****g person, or I will talk to your boss and make him fire your sorry ass!"

    Jaxon is fuming, and I'm not sure why; I guess it has to be the whole "I'm going to f**k you and pretend to love you until you give me all your money" thing; he probably gets that a lot, either way, she walks away from us; Jaxon look at me and we both start to laugh.

"Man, they get me every time. Gold digging bitches, all of them!" he mumbles.

"I understand that it must be difficult for both you and your brother to have things like that happening all the time," I say, and he looks at me with a searching look.

"That wasn't what pissed me off."

"It wasn't?" I ask, slightly confused, and he shakes his head 'no.'

"What pissed me off was the way she was treating you. Even if I was straight, she couldn't see that I was here with you, another woman. She couldn't have missed your baby bump, so I could actually be the father. Despite that, she treated you like crap, and I won't have it!"

    He slams his fist in the table. Other customers around us look towards us. They all look worried and afraid; I'm not because I know that he's only looking out for me, like a big brother. I look over the menu, and it's not in English. I have no idea what it says.

"You don't understand Italian, do you?" Jaxon asks me with a smirk on his face.

"No, I don't. I have no idea what it says."

"Do you mind if I order for us?"

    I shake my head; he probably knows what this is. He waves a waitress over and orders for us. I put my hand over my stomach and moves it in circles; my babies move a lot when they know there's food on the way.

"Easy. Take it down, babies," I coo at them, and when I look up, Jaxon watches me with adoration in his eyes and a big smile on his face.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Wendy. Those babies are going to grow up with a wonderful mother."

    His words make my eyes tear up. I'm not used to others being nice to me, and it's infrequent that someone except my best friend Adrian complimenting me. He puts his hand on my hand.

"Wendy, are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" his voice is drowning with worry, and I wipe a tear that escaped from my eye, smiling.

"No, I'm just not used to others caring and complimenting me."

"You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for. I hope you know that you're an important person, maybe not to everyone, but to me."

"Thank you, Jaxon."

    The waiter put the food down on the table. Jaxon ordered fettuccine Alfredo, which apparently is pasta with melted cheese. It smells delicious. We begin to eat, and a comfortable silence lies over us.

"So, when are you ready to move in?"

"I don't know. Whenever I guess, I just need to find a place to store my belongings."

"There's no need for that; I have already paid for storage for you. I say we move you into my apartment tonight."

"Okay," I answer, smiling, and it looks like there's something he wants to ask me but hesitates.

"Do you have something you want to ask?" I wonder knowingly.

"Um, yeah..." he ruffles his hair awkwardly. "Why don't you live with the babies dad?" I freeze for a moment.

"He's not worth it."

"And why is that?"

"He betrayed me, more than once. This last time was when I needed him the most."

"What do you mean?" he asks, and I sigh; this is the first time I tell anyone about my most significant and darkest secret; I breathe in deeply before answering him.

"He cheated on me, and I got raped."