Hi. I finished, finished the book.

46 chapters.

two epilogues that are so unnecessary but I have to continue the tradition.

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Kasia

When I opened my eyes, I was at work. Was the whole thing a dream? But then my eyes adjusted more, and I realized that I was at work but wasn't working. I was on the hospital bed, my vagina hurts so much, and I felt so tired.

I groaned. I don't remember speaking to the dispatcher. I must have passed out. "Kasia, oh my god," Kyle walked in, eyes wide, when he found me awake. He sat on the bed and hugged me softly. He gave me some water as he started to explain. "I came to the house, and there were police, firefighters and ambulance cars, then I sneak inside the apartment and you're on the floor, blood everywhere, and a sleeping bloodied-baby in your arms."

I gasped. "The baby part was real?!"

Kyle shushed me. "Calm down, let me call the doctor for you."

I frowned but nodded as Kyle rushed out and returned five minutes later with an OBGYN. I didn't know this woman because I don't really venture here. I only go to the cardiologist section to visit Latara.

"Hi, my name is Dr. Sarti, I'm your OBGYN for today," she pulled on some gloves. "How are you feeling?"

"Confused, doctor." I said tiredly. "I was under the impression that I was suffering after eating spicy noodles and I ended up..." I closed my eyes. "Giving birth."

She nodded. "You had something called a cryptic pregnancy. It is very rare."

"But I had an ultrasound and the pregnancy and blood tests."

Dr. Sarti nodded. "Yes, well from the first week to about eight weeks the baby can hide. Your son is actually a few weeks premature. You mentioned eating spicy noodles which induced your pregnancy quite well actually, just at the wrong time."

"I–" My voice cracked, and Dr. Sarti rubbed my shoulder.

"We do have options like adoption if you can't afford to care for him. You can think about it, but for right now, do we have a father?"

Well, if she said my baby was only a few weeks premature, it's definitely not Brady's son. I sighed. "He's really angry with me right–"

"The two candidates are on the way, doctor," Kyle smiled. "I've been waiting for the day she broke up with this man."

Dr, Sarti raised a confused eyebrow but nodded. "Ok, any other questions?"

"He's ok right? I mean where is he?"

She nodded. "Yes, he's fine, it's just that his weight is concerning and the fact that he's premature weighs in too, you'll be able to hold him in a few hours. We just need to make sure nothing is stopping him from gaining weight and there are no other effects from him being premature."

I nodded. "Great,"

She checked up on me, saying I was fortunate that I didn't tear or need a C-section. She told me that they gave me stronger pain medicine and so I should be ready for sharper pain when it wears off, and they'll try to not give me so much as to get me addicted to them.

Then she left, and Kyle looked at me with concern. "You know who the daddy is don't you?"

My lips started quivering, and I whimpered. "Your brother," I sobbed. "But, I messed up. I messed up so much."

Kyle shook his head. "You didn't–well, yes, you got yourself into one big mess but you can fix it. Just tell Brady to fuck off. He's been making snide comments about your body and securing the insecurities you have with the fucking diet books. I'm tired of his bitch ass."

"Kyle," I cried softly, shaking my head. "I'm a mom." My shaking fingers moved to wipe the tears from my eyes. "I'm a mommy, a mother. How am I going to do this."

Kyle smiled softly. "I saw him. He's beautiful. You really put your pretty genes in him, You will be the best mom in the world. Just look at how you treat Analia, you'll be ok."

"What if Silver doesn't–"

"He loves you. No matter what he says, he can't deny that he loves you. He's hurt by you, yes, but he still loves you. In fact, stay here, he's gonna come because I lied and said you died and then I'm going to show him the baby before bringing him to you. Try not to sleep."

I nodded, but when Kyle left, I soon realized it was easier said than done. I think I fell asleep no less than five minutes after he left.

Like I said, I was tired and confused.

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I heard a lot of commotion. I stirred in my sleep, trying to block out the noise again, but to no avail. I groaned, forcing my heavy eyes open.

I had three men arguing; Kyle was holding the baby, presumably my baby. Brady was shouting about Silver, and Silver was saying, 'shut the fuck.' rolling his eyes like he was listening to his mother nag him.

But I wasn't paying attention to any of that. I wanted to hold my baby. "Kyle, give him here," I thundered. "Please, let me hold him."

The two men looked at me with surprise as Kyle hurriedly rushed my baby to me. I gently held him in my arms. He was so beautiful. "Oh my," I felt the warm tears on my face. "He moved," I sobbed when I watched his arms sway and his fingers jerk. "Kyle, he moved, look!" I cooed.

"Uh, yeah, it's a living thing."

I glared at him. "He is not an 'it'" I seethed.

Kyle raised his arms in surrender. "Damn girl, sorry, you didn't give him a name."

He was right. What should I name this child? "Hmm," I thought. I carefully reached for my phone on the desk next to my bed and went to my notes from years ago. Names I was keeping for my friends.

I never thought someone would get me pregnant. Ever. I lost my virginity to someone I thought had liked me, but it was a bet. He never really liked me and said he wanted to be friends, but I could barely even remember his name now.

Wyatt, William, something with a W.

Joel. No.

Joey. No.

Jake. No.

Julian. No.

Kenzo. No.

Kingsley. No.

Kameron. No.

Zaire. Oh, I like that.

Zaire. I remember watching show, Cynthia and Marilyn. The main character's son was named Zaire, and I vividly remember the fight over who would name their child Zaire first.

It was a fight between Cynthia and Marilyn...but I guess I won.

"You're not going to have the help from the father?" Brady asked.

"Bold of you to assume that child is yours." Kyle crossed his arms.

Silver remained quiet, and it scared me.

Brady laughed heartily. "This baby is mine. I have a lot of names planned for my son."

"Brady, I already chose Zaire." I hummed, looking solely at my beautiful son.

"You will not name my son that stupid name. What is this?"

I looked up and sighed. I didn't want to argue.

"Brady, what indication makes you think this baby is yours?"

"Kasia's my girlfriend and if this baby is premature like the doctor said and Kasia and I started having intercourse around late November, early December then–"

"Do you know how dumb you sound?!" Kyle exclaimed. "Then she'd only be four months pregnant and the baby would not look like this."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. Kasia and I both have been very faithful to each other."

I frowned. "They estimated my pregnancy to be about eight months and a day old. I had four weeks left of my pregnancy. I accidentally induced myself by eating spicy foods. It was a cryptic pregnancy so I didn't know even though I had a blood test and pregnancy tests done. You're not the father, Brady." I said quietly, lowering my head with shame.

Brady's smile faltered. "So this happened before us,"

"And during," Silver finally spoke up.

"So all of you knew she was cheating on me?!" Brady yelled, making the baby whine.

I sighed. "Brady, I'm sorry–"

"Who's the father?!"

My mouth opened in shock. Does he seriously not know?

"Are you dumb?" Kyle asked.

I licked my dry lips. "Um," I looked at Zaire so I would be less ashamed. "Silver's the father," I whispered.

We all glanced at Silver, to which the smug look on his face said it all. He wasn't ashamed at all; in fact, he was smirking right at Brady. "I think you owe a congratulations, bitch-boy."

Brady glared at Silver with so much hatred. "You fucked my girlfriend!" Brady walked up to an unphased Silver and pushed–well, tried to push him, but Silver didn't move an inch.

Instead, he cocked a brow. "I thought I was at least going to fall." He teased Brady. "And yea, I fucked Kasia, before, during and now after your relationship with her. You weren't satisfying her."

"Really Kasia?" Brady looked over at me. When I didn't answer, he scoffed, obviously hurt. "This isn't over,"

"Actually," Silver put his metal hand on top of Brady's shoulder, putting heavy weight on his shoulder. His eyes had a dangerous glint to them. "It is over, unless you want to find yourself in a dark room with a missing cock and no eyes to find it." He threatened.

Brady turned pale, but he said nothing as he yanked his shoulder, massaging it as he stormed out.

Kyle slowly clapped. "Dramatics, ten out of ten. Smart comments, nine out of ten, I'm disappointed in you Kasia, Silver was doing all the work. Anyway–"

"Othello, get the hell out."

Kyle nodded immediately. "Oh wow, look, my man is calling me, I guess I better go." He took his stuff and, as he's known for, walked out dramatically.

I sighed shakily. "We should give him up for adoption." I blurted out, refusing to face Silver.

"No." He gritted out. "You and him will live with me."

I shook my head. "You don't have to do this," I felt my tears again. "You don't love me anymore and I messed up. I get it–"

"I do love you."

I shook my head. "You don't–"

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that anyone loves you?!" He yelled.

I rocked Zaire back to sleep, letting everything slowly become quiet. Silver looked at me, I could feel his stare, but I was too ashamed to do anything but care for my son in the last moments.

After a while, Silver stormed up to me, took the baby from my hands, and put him in the incubator. "What–?"

"Answer me."

"Silver–"

"Answer."

I groaned. "I can't be a good mother. Silver my mother was never good to me. My parents never loved me. I don't even know how to love. I love you but I hurt you. Brady loved me and even though I didn't love him back I still hurt him. I–I'm broken, I try so hard to be the person I want to be, to be loved and love but what happened is just an example that I'll only hurt Zaire. I'll disappoint him. I can't bear the thought." I sobbed, hiccuping. "My parents made sure I couldn't be loved."

"They didn't accomplish anything, Kasia, because I still love you. Even though I'm so fucking mad at you, I still love you. I love you so much it hurts and seeing you with him, Zaire, it makes me...happy. It makes me feel a lot of things that are so pathetic. You with Analia is already enough, but now we have our own baby together. I want you to stay and I want him to stay too."

I looked at Silver. I was looking for the joke. This has gotta be a hoax. "You're not real," I whispered, my eyes blurring with tears again as I felt his body against mine.

"You made me this way, Kasi, and you're going to pay." He whispered. "Just please be mine."

I searched his eyes; they had emotion. They weren't dead. He was sincere, and I loved him. "I love you–"

I didn't get to finish my own speech before he kissed me; this time, it was sweet. It wasn't inappropriate; it was soft. It was different.

It was his love.

Hi. Now I feel satisfied. I couldn't leave you guys confused about where Kasia, Silver, and Brady were.

Brady had overstayed his welcome.

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OK guys I edited his name (Thanks to @Michelleanetor ) (9/5/23 1:06pm)