Chapter 6 6

I cannot wait to become a father soon. I know Jenna was scared of getting pregnant for me, but I want to marry her and assure her that I will always be there for her.

I entered my closet and took a purple shirt and black trousers, and I wore them. I combed my short black hair on my head.

I like to keep my hair smooth, so I left it to grow slightly. I finished combing my hair and then applied my masculine perfume to make me smell fresh, like the New Year's Day.

I wore my black slippers and finally exited my bedroom on the top floor of my father's enormous mansion. We live in a standard duplex home. Consisting of 8 rooms and a living room downstairs with a kitchen and guest rooms.

My father's mansion was massive because he was the one who had built it and told the constructors how the mansion should be built.

Jenna had told me that she didn't like to visit me here in my parents' home, as she knew that my father disapproved of her. I plan to buy a new house to move out of here, just like Bruce did. But when I told my mother about it that I planned on buying my own home.

My mother frowned at it and said that it was too early for me to be living alone now. Except I want to live a wayward life. She said that when my father married her, they lived in my grandpa's house in the countryside before my father had money and moved to the city to get his own house.

According to my mother, I shouldn't move out of here until I have a child or two children; then, I can move out of my father's house with my wife and children.

Well, this didn't sit down well with Jenna, and I promised her that I would get a house for her once we were married.

I walked downstairs into the living room, and my father was alone. He sat on the black couch in the living room and was wearing a white garment like he hadn't taken his bath yet.

He was going through a file in his hands, and I walked downstairs to greet him.

"Good morning, Father," I said, and my dad paused what he was reading and looked at me.

He took off his glasses, which were perfectly seated on the bridge of his nose.

He kept it inside the case and looked back at me as a warm smile crept on his face, and he replied to my greetings, "Good morning, Darlington. Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Dad. Where is Mom?" I inquired, and my dad said, "She's upstairs and still in her room. You know that we slept late last night?"

"I know, Dad," I replied, sitting across from my father.

"Yes, Darlington. That reminds me. I wanted to tell you about this yesterday night, but I decided not to be in a hurry about it," my dad said.

"What's it, Dad?" I inquired, looking at my father's face.

He sighed and said, "Your wife, Amara Nicholas, is coming to the city today. To start living with us."

"What!" I exclaimed in utmost disbelief.