Chapter 4 Baby Daddy

Malia's POV

"Is she my child?" he asked again, coming to take a sit directly in front of me.

His chair was facing me and he was looking right into my eyes, I could feel the air leave my lungs as I struggled to breathe.

"The features you described are both mine and yours, is the child mine?" He repeated, studying my features carefully.

When I didn't speak or give any answer, he nodded and looked away.

"You know I don't care, if she is mine or not right?" He finally said after what felt like an eternity of silence.

"What do you mean?" I replied for the first time since he spoke to me.

"I will love her like she is mine regardless of whose child she is," he confessed now turning to look at me.

"Her father is well and very active in her life," I lied not wanting him to get involved in my affairs.

"We could give her all the love and care she deserves," he continued, ignoring my statement.

"I don't need you, my partner and I are giving her all she needs," I continued to lie, trying to reinforce that I didn't need him.

"I don't see a wedding band, you look like a mess and you don't know where your child is, it seems to me like your "partner" is just a figment of imagination.

"Are you calling me a liar?" I demanded, trying to mask the fact that his words had gotten to me.

"Calm down Princess, all I am saying is that you need more help, I don't care if she isn't mine, we would make a very beautiful family, I have always said that," he replied in a soothing tone, melting all the anger I had tried to build up.

"Of course, right before, you left me alone in the hospital and got engaged to my boss," I mocked, laughing so that I wouldn't cry.

He suddenly fell silent and turned to look out the window.

"I thought so too," I said in spite, I didn't want to remember any of those dark days but here he was, pushing my limits.

"Things are not always as they seem, I looked everywhere for you," he said still looking out the window.

"I swore you wouldn't find me," I replied firmly, it was seven years, I succeeded for seven years but then that one news yesterday afternoon had opened the can of worms.

"I saw you got married, why do need a family now?" I said seeing the effect talking about this situation had on him but more than that I actually wanted to know what happened to his family.

"She left when my business took a big hit," he said quietly turning away from the window and looking at the floor of the plane.

"Just like you left me at my lowest," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

I knew this was a low blow but it was only fair he felt how I did when he left me for dead in the hospital that day.

"I know and I am sorry but we can start again, we can take care of our children properly and have a beautiful family,"

"Do you really think I don't know how to take care of my daughter?" I screamed in anger as tears rolled down my cheeks, I couldn't do this anymore.

"Wait, did you say children?" I asked just fully processing the words he said.

"Did he have a child?" I wondered as I cleaned my eyes not wanting him to see me cry.

"Yes, children, I have a daughter, her name is Joan, and she is five years old," he said in a low tone, still looking at the floor.

"And her mother?" I inquired, now very interested in the story he had to tell.

"Selena has custody of her for now but she does more partying than actually taking care of the child and I am scared for Joan's future," he answered silently finally looking at my face.

"Please," was all he said before looking out the window again.

"So, it is about your selfish interest, isn't it?" I retorted feeling a bitter taste in my mouth.

"No, it is because I love you and want a family with you." He said looking into my eyes.

"You had one chance, you ruined it, you left me to die, and now you want to just come back on a whim? How dare you?" I asked feeling my blood boil and my eyes water.

"Listen I..." he tried to explain but I cut him off.

"No need, there is nothing left to say, that was all in the past," I said ending the conversation, I wasn't ready to remember all that pain.

I walked to the bathroom needing to put myself together, I cried bitterly remembering all those days and the pain that made me run away.

"It is all in the past," I reminded myself as I wiped my tears and composed myself.

Looking at the mirror, I tried to wash my face and repack my hair, I couldn't possibly go to my father's house looking like this, but after about ten minutes and a lot of work, I looked somewhat presentable.

"That should do it," I said taking a deep breath and bracing myself to sit next to Zach for the rest of the flight.

Coming out of the bathroom, I walked back to my seat, Zach was staring out the window as he had done for most of this time and the rest of the flight was in silence.

"Thank you for all your help today,' I said to him as we walked out of the plane and I took my bag.

He nodded and without another word, we went our separate ways, I felt a pang of pain but ignored it and focused on the task at hand, I needed to get to The William Mansion in one hour.

"State your name and the purpose of your visit," the security man said on getting to the mansion entrance.

"Malia Williams, I came for the reading of my father's will," I replied with a sigh, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.

"You are mistaken Ma'am, Sir William never had a daughter," the man replied denying me entrance into my own father's Mansion.