Pregnant With The CEO’s Baby

I lost everything when I was ten. My parents, my home, my sense of safety, and whatever was left of my childhood.

But then again... life was never fair.

Not to people like me.

* * *

The atmosphere in the restroom was tense and it felt like the air in my chest was punched out as I stared at the pink lines in the pregnancy test strip in my hands.

"How did... how did this happen?"

I asked myself, but no answer came. My legs gave way, and I sank onto the closed toilet seat, the pregnancy test still clutched in my fingers. The restroom suddenly felt like a prison.

I'd convinced myself before that it was just stress. The late shifts at the grocery store, the constant worry about tuition fees.. all of it could explain a missed period.

But deep down, I knew. 

The nausea that hit me every morning, the exhaustion that sleep couldn't cure, and the way my body felt different. It was something I did not want to just speak of..

"Think, Kaira. Think." I tried to recall how it happened but couldn't get anything.

Everything blurred together. 

After trying harder, searching deeply, fragments of that night came at the edges of my memory.

A deep voice, the scent of expensive cologne, soothe hands that knew exactly how to touch me... 

But his face... his face remained frustratingly out of reach, lost in a haze I couldn't penetrate.

The pregnancy test slipped from my numb fingers, clattering against the bathroom tiles. The sound seemed to echo through the thin walls, and I held my breath, waiting to see if anyone had heard.

The last thing I needed was questions I couldn't answer.

* * *

A week later, the morning sickness hit hard. I was scrubbing the kitchen floor when my stomach lurched violently. The smell of the cleaning solution, which had never bothered me before, suddenly became overwhelming.

I pressed my hand to my mouth, fighting the wave of nausea, but it was useless. My stomach contracted painfully.

"Kaira? What's wrong with you?"

Tonia's voice cut through my misery. My cousin stood in the kitchen doorway, her dark eyes were sharp with curiosity. She'd been watching me all week, waiting for something like this...

I tried to speak, to deflect with some excuse about bad food and a stomach ache, but another wave hit me harder. I clamped my hand over my mouth and rushed toward the restroom, my bare feet slipping on the wet floor.

Behind me, I heard Tonia's delighted gasp.

The restroom door slammed shut just as my stomach emptied itself into the toilet bowl. Each throw felt like my body was betraying me, confirming what I'd been desperately trying to deny.

When I finally emerged, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, Tonia was waiting. Her lips curved in a knowing smirk that made my blood run cold.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" She said, curtly.

"Oh my God, Kaira, you're really pregnant!" She chortled.

"I'm not.." I started, but the lie died on my lips as another wave of nausea threatened.

"When was your last period?" Tonia's voice grew louder, more excited. 

"Come on, tell me! How long have you been hiding this?"

"Tonia, please, I.."

"MOM!" Tonia's voice rang through the house. 

"MOM. COME QUICKLY!"

My heart sank as footsteps emerged from different parts of the house. Tony emerged from his study, book still in hand. Aunt Martha rushed from the bedroom, her hair still in curlers. 

"What the hell is all this noise about?" Aunt Martha demanded, her sharp eyes taking in my pale face and Tonia's gleeful expression.

"Kaira's pregnant!" Tonia announced. 

"She's been throwing up, and I bet she's missed her period too. Right, Kaira?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

I watched my aunt's face transform from confusion to rage in the span of seconds.

Tony's book crumpled in his grip.

"Is this true?" Aunt Martha's voice was quiet.