We’ve been in Paris for a week now and I still haven’t heard from this person that sent me that text on the airplane. I thought it was just a prank but it probably wasn’t meant to be sent to me, right?

Andrew has been working nonstop. I’d occasionally walk into his office and see him piled up with folders everywhere. I think he even forgets to eat sometimes. He looks so busy and he doesn’t even say a word to me anymore. The baby is fine, I guess. Every day I think about how life would be if Andrew wasn’t in it, if it were only me and the baby.

I put on comfortable clothes and a pair of sneakers as I left the apartment. I needed a walk and I didn’t want to bother Andrew or Juliet with my problems and how uneasy I felt since I got wedded with Andy. But I did forget about the point that I wasn’t at home, but at a different place with a different language.

But I was lucky I had one of Andrew’s drivers around that knew French and English. I asked him to take me to that one place where everyone should go during a vacation in Paris. I asked to be taken to the Eifel tower. “Thanks, I’ll be back soon alright?” I tell the driver and follow others to get on top of the tower.

Once up, it took my breath away. I stared at the view in front of me, breathing slowly. I suddenly felt a small figure grip my leg and I peeked down to see a little girl holding me. I smiled nervously, not knowing what to do. A woman ran towards us and picked the girl up. She started saying something in French but I didn’t understand a word, but she didn’t sound like a native speaker.

“It’s ok,” I say quickly, before she could say anything else. She stopped talking and smiled widely. “You are American too! I am so sorry for rambling in French just a moment ago, I thought you were a local,” she says. “No, no, it’s ok. I also thought you were a local. My name’s Alison.”

“Nice to meet you, my name’s Jessica. And this is my little girl, Avery.” I took a bigger look at them and saw how beautiful Avery is, she didn’t look that much like Jessica but she did have her eyes and her lips. “Was it hard while being pregnant? Where’s her father?”

“He is dead for me, but in reality he’s far away from us. He doesn’t want Avery in his life. I had support from my family and friends, but I was hardly holding on for myself.”

“I am ten weeks pregnant… and I’m really scared right now. I thought of raising my child alone but the father suddenly wants the baby. So we got married, but… it’s just on paper. The reality is that my heart doesn’t belong to him,” I say. The last sentence was a bit confusing. I myself didn’t know if I wanted my heart to be his.

Jessica put her hand on my shoulder and smiled sadly. “Sweetie, be strong for the baby. In the end, the child will give you so much strength to live. But newlyweds are supposed to be in love.”

“I guess we’re not even meant to be like this. It’s probably just a game of life, making me accidentally get pregnant,” I whisper. We were silent for a few minutes until I felt raindrops fall on my face. “We should get going. Do you want to hang around sometimes again? How long are you staying here?” Jess asked as we got in the elevator. “I’m staying for… I don’t know how long. We should exchange e-mails since phone numbers are a bit of an uncertain way of communicating.”

She nods and I type my e-mail on her phone. When on the ground I offered her a ride to her hotel which she accepted. But when I got to Andrew’s apartment, I was suddenly yelled at.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Juliet yells in frustration and fright as I come to her vision. “You disappeared without telling us anything! Andy almost called the cops! And his men didn’t even say anything about you leaving!” I ignored all her words and walked past her. Without any other words I locked myself in the bathroom. I don’t know why I did it, but I couldn’t look at Juliet at all.

A soft knock interrupted my solitude and then Andrew spoke. “Care to tell me where you went?” I could hear the anger he tried to hide, but it was useless explaining myself to anyone. He wouldn’t care, all he cares about is the heir to his company.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you. Now leave me alone,” I speak emotionless, although I felt bad inside my heart. “Not until you tell me where you went.”

“Then you’ll have to wait forever.”

As months passed by, I was always in touch with Jessica, we even called each other through Skype. We were back in US and Andy forbid me to go anywhere without his or Juliet’s knowledge and I didn’t hesitate to obey his order. After all, I wouldn’t get it my way.

I was now around 7 months pregnant, which is about 28 weeks. And apparently Andrew didn’t care at all, like always. I went to my check up a few days ago and apparently I’m carrying a baby girl. I remember the names Juliet and I picked when I found out I was pregnant, Melody River Montgomery, now Biersack. But I’m starting to reconsider her last name. Even though Andrew and I are married, I want to give my child my family name.

Juliet never knew why I disappeared that day in Paris and I never told anyone. We decided to let it go, but it still feels uneasy talking about how horrible I feel for being married to someone I don’t even know, to someone who my hormones want forever.

“So, how’s your little girl?” Jess asks through the screen. “Well, she’s getting bigger. You know, I fell in love with her. I simply love her even though she’s not even here yet. Did you feel like that?” I ask, rubbing my tummy softly. “Yeah. When Avery was still in me I kind of felt a connection, you know?”


I smiled in response and my bedroom doors opened as Andrew stepped inside. “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later,” I say, ending the call. I was supposed to meet Ian now so he could fill me in with classes. I decided to stay home and only come to get through exams, but I think I’ll be failing this year.

“Anything you need?” I ask Andrew. “Yeah. When was your checkup at the doctors?” he sat down on the bed. “Two days ago. Why?”

“What is it?”

“It is a she. Melody River Biersack,” I reply, standing up. I looked at myself in the mirror and to be honest, I felt weird. I wasn’t that small girl anymore, I turned into a fat hippo. “Well, that’s a surprise. I thought it would be a boy…”

“Is it that important for my child to be a boy? Is inheritance all that matters to you?” I ask annoyingly, picking up my bag. “Alison, do not talk like that to me. This is my house-”

“Sorry, but last time I checked, we’re married and this is my house too. Now leave me alone and go cry about not having a boy to someone else. I have class to catch up with,” I say walking out the door and downstairs to the garage.

Damn, my hormones are going crazier than I thought.

Notes

I realized I'm skipping time a lot ;-; maybe it's my head that's not functioning right... BY THE WAY, ATTENTION CUDDLE BEARS, ANDY BLACK'S SONG WE DON'T HAVE TO DANCE IS FUCKING AMAZING. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO COLLECT SOME AIR FOR MY DEAD LUNGS.