WHO’S THE FATHER : CHAPTER 11 – 20
CHAPTER 19
TEDDY’S POV
I was driving in my white Lotus Emira, strolling around the city because I just moved here.
I got tired and parked my car in front of a small public school called Crown Elementary School.
Children were playing around and running to their parents.
“Argh!!!”I noticed a little girl screaming and stepped on my foot.
“Ow! Watch where you’re going little kid!” I scolded.
“Sorry.” She pouted.
She really looks so cute and adorable with her mixed skin, chubby cheeks, round cute eyes and curly hair.
I smiled as I bent and patted her head “What’s your name little girl?” I asked.
She glares at me as she pack a mud with her bare hands.
“Ew! With your… Hey, what are you doing?” I asked feeling suspicious.
She threw the mud on my white car and I screamed “Nooo!!! That’s my dad’s favourite car. Why?!!!”
“I’m 5. What did you think I’m gonna do if a stranger patting me and asking for my name?” She said sassily.
“I don’t know. Run?” I said feeling angry.
“Well I’m still 5 years old. Duhh.” She said with a funny face.
“Oh no. Dad’s gonna kll me.” I said, sweating.
“Ginger! Oh my God!” I heard her beautiful voice. Monica.
She looks shocked as she approached us.
“What have you done? I’m so sorry, Teddy.” She panicked and held the little girl’s hand.
I gave her a suspicious look “Monica, who’s…?” I trailed off.
“Teddy, I’m so sorry. Please don’t fire me, I promise I’ll wash the car.” Monica pleaded.
“Gigi, you have to apologize.” She whispered.
“But mommy, he’s taking to me and you said that I shouldn’t talk to strangers and he’s a stranger.” The cute girl said with her cute voice.
Wait… Mommy? Is Monica a mommy? I don’t get it.
“Who’s she?” I asked and Monica became still.
“Monica?”
“I have to go home. Gigi, we’ll talk about this at home.” She scolded the girl like her daughter. Or is she?
WHO’S THE FATHER : CHAPTER 11 – 20
MONICA’S POV
“I have to go home. Gigi, we’ll talk about this at home.” I said, trying to change the subject.
He grabbed his hand, pulled me to him “Who’s she?” he asked with his furrowed eyes.
“Mommy, did you know him?” Gigi asked.
I bent my head feeling scared.
“Teddy.” I held my daughter’s shoulder “Meet my daughter, Gigi.”
Teddy’s jaw dropped, looking shocked and speechless.
“Mommy, who’s he?” Gigi asked.
“How…? Who’s…? I don’t under…?” Teddy stammered looking shocked.
“I know it’s weird, hate me if you want. I love my daughter and I have to go. Bye.” I said and walked away from him awkwardly.
I can’t believe I just told Teddy about Gigi. Great, now I have to be avoiding him.
“Mommy, why are you talking to the stranger?” Gigi asked.
“We’ll talk about it at home, get in the car.” I said as she entered the backseat of my Honda and I entered the driver seat and I drove off.
“Mommy.”
“Sweetie, don’t interrupted me when I’m driving.” I said.
We finally arrived at the old apartment building, came out of the car and went inside the building, headed straight to our apartment.
We went to my bedroom, took a bath, then wore our pink matching pyjamas and both of us entered the living room.
“Gigi, where’s your homework?” I asked.
“I brought it with me.” she said as she gave me me her homework book and gave me.
We sat on the couch and cuddled together, I bent my be my head, checking her homework.
“Mommy.” Gigi called.
“Yes Sweetie?” I replied.
“Who’s my daddy?” She asked.
I raised my head and my heart started beating faster. What should I say? How should I explain to my daughter that she was born out of rappe?
I don’t even know who her daddy is. Everywhere was dark I couldn’t recognize the guy’s face.
Everytime I think about the unknown guy, gas mask, the white bracelet and the incident. Worst day of my life and I’m still not ready to tell my daughter about it.
I smiled at her “Baby, your daddy is busy and…”
“That’s what you always tell me. He’s always busy, when is he coming back? He just left us like I don’t even exist.” Gigi whined.
I sighed sadly as I hugged my daughter tightly “Baby, I’m so sorry, so let’s continue your homework.”
“But tomorrow is parents day, Mrs Paula said that all of us should bring our mommy and daddy.
All my classmates has daddy but I don’t. Even Oliver has a daddy.” Gigi frowned cutely and fold her arms.
“I have an idea.” I smiled.
“What’s the idea?” Gigi asked.
“How about I’ll be your mommy and daddy for that day. I will wear some boy clothes to represent him, then I will buy us some cheese fries, or make cheese casserole.” I suggested.
Gigi stood up angrily “No! I want to see my daddy now.” She yelled as she ran inside her room and locked the door.
I stood up and went to the door and knocked “Gigi? Gigi, open the door? Gigi?”
“No! I want to see my daddy!” She yelled adamantly.
WHO’S THE FATHER : CHAPTER 11 – 20
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