Playlist: A thousand years- Christina Perri

"You should have seen your face, Noah. You have a phobia for blood", I munched in the protein bar.

Uncontrollable laughter erupted as I remembered his flabbergasted face plastered with shock.

"You really haven't changed. Still the prankster.", Noah was profusely sweating in cold fear. Taking deep breaths, he was still terrified from the little heart attack I gave him.

"Relax, Noah. It's just the baby is hungry"

"You are really unbelievable, Mia"

"Behold the horror of child birth"

"Very funny, Mia"

"It's all right, darling. Mommy is here. We will be home within few minutes. Okay?", I caressed the baby, warming it up, as the panic attacks submerged.

"Wow. You are really a good mom! She stopped the stunts"

"You want to touch the baby?", I looked down at him, as he sat down panting.

"Okay, can I?"

"Go ahead", I took his hands and placed it on my swollen abdomen. His hands was soft on caress. He slowly rubbed it while his eyes showed delight with each moves surfaced on the skin.

"Oh my God. She is moving. Hello, baby. Don't worry. Daddy is here. He will take care of you.", He was so fascinated by the baby.

"She?"

"Yes. She will be an Emma. I will attend all her ballet classes, play tea party with her and her three Barbie dolls. When she grew up, I will hear the high school drama and never get tired of it. I will always have one eye on the boys and if someone break my girl's heart, I will hunt him down."

"You really want a girl, don't you?", I ran my hands through his dirty bronze hair. His hands traced the line of the thin skirt down to my feet.

He removed my stiletto, the broken ones. Slowly lifting my sole, he placed his soft leather rich shoes as I wiggled my feet into it.

"Let me."

But touching my feet with a little baby is an impossible task.

Physics

"It's fine"

"You were right, Noah. I shouldn't have drunk that night. I was knocked up and afraid to face you."

"What? Is the baby the reason? But you said you don't have feelings for me."

His eyes was shocked to hear those words. That was the only valid reason for which he seems to leave me.

Shit.

Piercing our gazes, my phone vibrated, catching our attention. The call which brought me to the reality.

Charlie Stevens calling...

"Hey."

"Whore. Where are you? I am waiting in the lobby of your office. You said you want to go on check up."

"Charlie.. Listen to me"

"Can't you just go without me. You are already a handful of shit. Is the baby necessary?"

"Baby, are you drunk?"

"Shut the fuck up. You are a fucked up whore. You should be happy that I married you. Now get down here right now or I will drag you"

"Honey. I'm struck in.. "

The hang up tone flickered in my phone.

Tears edged my eyes, threatening to fall. I took a deep breath to stop all the strife of cryptic torment. I felt like drowning. I tried to breathe to stop crying, telling myself that it's fine.

But.

Noah was fuming with red fury and messed up feeling.