My Baby's father - S01 E12

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My Baby's father - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

Ashton’s p.o.v

“It’s a good thing you aren’t packing all your luggages to my house”. I remarked drily and she shot me an angry look.

“Yes I am not packing all my luggages to your house” she huffed before zipping up a bag.

“What’s that for? You sure don’t need that for the next few months right”. I asked out of curiosity.

“None of your business” she deadpanned

“Of course it is my business because you are bringing it to my house so I have every right to know what is in there”. I argued. I was enjoying taunting her and I know any minute from now she would yell at me.

“Maybe i should stay in my house then. Look Ashton I am really doing you a huge favor so you should f-----g respect that”. She said.

Her doing me a huge favor? I am the one doing her a f-----g favor.

“You? Doing me a favor? That sounds so impossible,don’t go and get useless ideas. I am the one doing you a huge favor”. I fired back

“Right. You are the one doing me a huge favor”. She said with sarcasm dripping from each word “I am going to tell you for the hundredth time,I don’t enjoy doing this so don’t push me”. She stated calmly before concentrating on what she was packing.

She doesn’t want to get angry. Does she?.

“And I don’t enjoy any bit of this too,I can’t imagine someone like you living with me. That’s f-----g out of my comfort zone”. I told her.

She raised her head to look at me for a second before concentrating on what she was doing. Did she just ignore me? Who does she think she is anyways.

“Be fast with whatever you are packing,you have been packing for the past hour what the hell are you packing anyways? You aren’t gonna stay in my house forever,just six months. Six freaking month”. I said exasperatedly.

I guess that went pass the line because she stood up,clamped her hands above her chest “you should leave now. When I am done I would let you know or you can send a driver. But I just want you to leave right now”. She said.

She didn’t really say that right? after standing for about an hour. She didn’t even offer me a f-----g seat.

“You are kidding right?”.I asked.

“I am not. I really want you to leave now I bet you have alot of things to do and I f-----g have alot of things to do too and you are not making me concentrate”. She told me exasperatedly.

“And who told you I enjoyed staying here anyways. It isn’t even fancy or anything”. I muttered.

“Right. That is why you should f-----g be on your way to your ‘fancy’ place”. She told me quoting the fancy with her hands.

With the way she was looking,she was a minute away from throwing something at me.

“Yet you talk about someone being rude. You are really rude”. I told her.

She laughed loudly like what I said was so funny “you think I am rude? That is really unbelievable,we both know you are the rude one. Anyways you have to be on your way now because I can’t stand another minute with you here”.

“Why? You think I am hot and the hotness is gonna burn you?”. I asked turning my head to the side.

“I didn’t say that. You are really good at giving yourself compliments but I would remind you again that I don’t find you hot in anyway”. She remarked.

Okay,that is unbelievable. She doesn’t find me hot? I am beginning to think I am not hot anymore if someone like her doesn’t find me hot.

“You are really bad at lying”. I told her in a flat tone.

“You should be on your way now”. She said gesturing to the door.

“Right I would be on my way and you have to find the location of my house all by yourself,then you catch a cab or something”. I told her with a Stern look.

“Fine I will”. She replied.

“You are going to take a cab to my house with all this luggages?” I asked with astonishment.

“Yes,why? You just said I should catch a cab right? And moreover I would prefer a bus or cab to riding with you. Be on your way please”. She deadpanned.

“Sure you are accustomed to catching a bus or taking a cab but at this particular time you can’t catch a bus or cab because to the public you are my girlfriend and it isn’t right for you to still be seen catching a bus. You should get a car from the money deposited in your account”. I told her.

“I don’t remember telling you I needed a car,I have tons of things to be bothered apart from buying a car. Thanks for the advice but it is not really needed”. She fired back.

“I would send the driver only because I don’t want any scandal”. I said getting more angry.

Why was I angry anyways? She shouldn’t talk to me anyway she likes. She even asked me to leave her house,she sure has guts.

“Right you should”. She stated. “I would call you when I am ready”. She added.

“Be hopeful I am gonna pick your call”. I moved towards the door and she followed closely. I am leaving your house already

“Believe me that would be to my own advantage”. She replied.

“And to mine too”. I muttered before leaving the house and she murmured something incoherently before shutting the door after me.

B---h .

Why am I bothered with her anyways? She isn’t my f-----g type. Right she isn’t but…

I got into my car and I drove off to the company. Believe me she would stay stranded in her house for a few hours because I wasn’t ready to pick her call after the tantrums she threw in her house,good thing she is coming to my house we are gonna play ‘game of thrones’ and see who is in power.

Be sure Kim to be ready for the worst few months of your life.

Kim’s p.o.v

“Ahhh all done”. I sighed before zipping up the last bag.

Yes I was packing to Ashton’s house today and to say I was uncomfortable was an understatement. I am more than uncomfortable,I just want time to fly so fast in times like this I sincerely need a time travel stuff whether it was real or something paranormal I don’t f-----g care.

I wonder how long I can put up with Ashton’s unbearable and rude character. Imagine him telling me I am rude,so funny. He is the rude one. My thoughts wandered to my dad,I went to see him yesterday and I kinda came clean when he asked about the huge diamond on my finger,I told him I have been seeing someone for sometimes and he proposed to me not so long. Of course he was kinda angry and shocked that he didn’t know about any of this and got sad that all this happened because he was in the hospital and not at home with me. I didn’t tell him that I was moving in him with him because he was going to freak out and ask me if I was out of my mind. My dad was so high on moral and he instilled alot in me that is why I feel so guilty whenever I am by his side. But I was desperate for him to get well and I did what was right. At least that is what I tell myself.

I sincerely hope I was not gonna regret this,I hope I don’t and most of all I hope my dad gets well soon and all my sacrifices would not be in vain. I know it is very rare for cancer patients to survive but I believe he would be part of the miracle survivors.

I picked my phone to call Ashton,it rang the first time and true to his words he didn’t pick up even after calling him again and again.

A-----e. Anyways that is to both of our advantage,I will have one more day to spend in the comfort of my house because I wasn’t about to call him again after this last time. It rang and he unfortunately picked at the fifth ring.

“What?” He asked rudely.

I rolled my eyes like he could even see me “I am done packing,send the driver”. I replied uninterested.

“And you are just telling me now? You should have called few minutes before you were done not Immediately”. He scolded.

“Like I didn’t call. But you were not picking up so when you weren’t picking up what should I have done? Cry?”. I asked him.

“No one appreciates your sense of humor”. He stated.

“Like I care”. I muttered.

“I don’t f-----g care also”. He yelled over the phone.

When his he never angry? He sure needs a therapist section for his useless anger issues.

“Just send the f-----g driver already”. I yelled back and to my f-----g dismay he already hanged up already.

A-----e.

Jerk.

Bastard.

In about half an hour I heard a knock on my door and it was the driver,he sure came early then because I was expecting him to take at least an hour.

“Hello miss?”.

“Kimberly. Just call me Kim”. I told the stone faced man.

Like boss like employee,he wasn’t even friendly and he was making me more nervous.

“Alright Kimberly,where are your luggages?” He asked.

I pointed to the two boxes at the corner and he lifted both like there weigh nothing at all. There sure weigh alot and I wasn’t sure I could carry one alone.

Halfway through the ride I tried to start a conversation with Mr stone faced who I later learned that his name was Scott. Scott was not friendly at all and the conversation was one sided because he only threw a comment or two and that was all. I gave up too, what’s the point of forcing a conversation when the other person isn’t interested.

We got to a giant gate and Scott got down to input a password and the gate slide open before he came back to drive us in. The house was so big,it was like a castle but it was not designed castle like. It was so beautiful but it was still manly with dull colours. Scott helped me with my bags and he inputed another password.

What’s with this house and passwords?

I got into the house and to say it was beautiful was an understatement,it was wide and mostly decorated with white and black colours. It looked so dull but it was beautiful too. It also looked empty but there were definitely expensive things there that I wouldn’t wanna touch.

“I have to go now. The boss said to inform you that you should use the room marked X in the entry. And I think you might want to know that the house keeper comes in once a week”. Scott informed me.

“Thank you for telling me. Is there no other worker apart from the house keeper?” I asked him still finding it hard to believe that there is no one in this house except from Scott and I. What is this? A cemetery?

“Yes,only the housekeeper is allowed entry into the house once a week. The other people work outside the house which Is the surrounding and the lawn”. He elaborated.

“Okay,thank you”. I said.

“I have to take my leave now”. He said bowing slightly before he used the exit

What the actual f--k? So I was literally the only one in this house right now. I climbed the stairs dragging one of the suitcase that weighed more than me,i groaned as I dragged it down the hallway looking for the room marked X. I passed several entry with different letters like W Z A and the likes. Is this an hotel? I finally came across the room marked X and I entered it was big,like really big and it has a closet and ensuite bathroom and it freaked me out. It was beautiful too but still decorated with plain colours like the rest of the house. I went back downstairs to get the second suitcase and I sorted things out I would try to make it homely as possible not the usual black and white_ ish stuffs.

After hours of sorting my clothes,shoes and every other thing out I was really hungry and tired. I even lit my strawberry candle and the scent was starting to evolve round the room,I want this room to be homely as possible for the few months i am gonna live in it. I also arranged my few bathing stuffs before going downstairs. Thank Goodness Ashton was not back yet,I went around the house finding the kitchen and thankfully I located it not long after. What to eat? I opened the fridge,it was stocked up with food and a gentle smile sat on my face.

At least I got food to eat,it would not be easy but there is food. Food is worth it.

I frowned when I remembered the foods there were raw and there wasn’t anyone I could quicky microwave and eat and I am really bad at cooking,I rarely cook. Yes I know it is wrong but my college days were filled with me buying takeouts and eating noodles or pizza and unfortunately there wasn’t noodles or pizza here.

I thought of what to eat for about ten minutes and my growling stomach wasn’t helping at all. I eventually settled for a chicken sandwich. There was meat,lettuce,bread and cheese. I brought out my phone and browsed the recipe. With the recipe it won’t exactly be a disaster right?

I was slowly moving forward in getting my sandwich done. It was time to fry the chicken breast.

“Dip the chicken in flour after marinating”. I read aloud. I already marinated it right? Yes I already did.

I dipped the chicken in flour and rubbed enough flour on it,the once neat kitchen was a mess now but I didn’t care. I was hungry.

“Now fry the chicken in a low flame groundnut oil of about 35°c”. I read again. What was that about? To fry a chicken I needed a thermometer again. What am I? A doctor?

I turned on the cooler and I placed a fry pan,added enough oil allowed it to get really hot and I threw in my chicken covered with flour and immediately it got inside the oil the place was full of smoke.

I coughed loudly,and moved back coughing repeatedly with tears in my eyes.

This chicken is a b---h.

The kitchen was covered with smoke and I was f-----g scared of moving to the cooler in my coughing feat and confused state then there was a bad smell of something burning and the kitchen was still covered in smoke.

What to do?

“What to do?” I asked myself still coughing. My head was blank and I sure love my life and I wasn’t going close to the cooker because I was rooted on one spot. The smoke must have covered the whole house now.

“What the heck have you done”. Someone yelled at my back and I turned back to see Ashton covering his nose with an hanky looking at me with angry eyes and red ears. He sure looked angry.

Just kill me please.

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Okay done.