Tristan’s POV
I hate that I had done that to Elona, the hurt written all over her face. She tried to hold it all together, but I knew that I had destroyed her heart. It destroyed mine too… But I needed to do that. I don’t want her to be part of this mess, she deserves better, and I had to let her go. The lies that she told me about wanted to resurface as a negative aspect to motivate me to move on. I never imagined that we would end this way.
I took the glass filled with Scotch and I brought it to my lips, taking a sip as I sat at the dinner table. I don’t know what to do with myself. So I bury myself by drinking alcohol. It helped me to break up with her. I placed the glass on the table, and then I took my phone that was lying beside the bottle of half-empty Scotch. I went to Maggie’s blocked number, and I unblocked it, then pressed it on, bringing the phone against my ear, waiting for her to answer as her phone rang.
“Hey,” Maggie answered, but she didn’t sound so excited about hearing me as you would usually be.
“I will be making an appointment with the doctor for tomorrow. I need to know if I’m really the father. I will get you at your place tomorrow. I will text you the time of the appointment.” I said.
“Well, what doctor are we going to? I have my own.”
“I will not let you see your own doctor. I will take you to mine. I think it’s better that way. Bye.” I hung up before she could say anything else.
I placed my phone on the table with a sigh, “I heard what had happened,” I looked up to see Eric walking slowly towards the table, he pulled a chair out and took a seat.
“What part?” I asked.
“The break-up and the pregnancy,” he said carefully, as if not trying to step on my toes.
“Well, I’m being punished. One night with Maggie and that is what I got. I am taking her to the doctor to make sure that I am really the father of that baby. I lost Elona in this regard. It doesn’t make it better when the words she confessed to be that she lied about being a virgin and being with someone else before just finds it way into my head, further fueling the fact that I made the right decision,” I was breaking on the inside. “I wanted a life with her, and she made me happy. Now, I’m back to being this person who just blocks himself off from the world. I just need today to think things through and then, hopefully, I can focus on my company.”
“She lied that she was a virgin and had been with someone else before. Why?” Eric narrowed his eyes.
“She didn’t want to wait to have sex if she had told me that she was a virgin, it’s just that… I would’ve been gentle with her, not rough, and I could kick myself for that… and then not knowing what else she might lie about in the future, and that is a feeling that I don’t want to have that will probably make me question if what she says is true. I can’t believe I’m telling you these things,” I let out a sigh.
“You’re afraid that the trust might be broken,” he nodded in understanding. “But knowing Elona, you can trust her, don’t do this to her.” he pleaded with me.
“I have a possible baby to take care of and this is just the way things will be right now,” I said, I just wanted time to myself.
“Don’t bury yourself in alcohol, it’s not healthy. On a different note, thanks for the opportunity that you made for me to be part of The Dakota Agency, the photography training went well.”
“You deserve that,” I replied. I had to make a way for him to achieve his dreams, and what way to see him happy with this internship at The Dakota Agency.
The front door opened, and I knew that it was Cris. “Hey,” she walked towards us, her eyes falling on the Scotch and her gaze found mine. “What is up with that?” she gestured to the Scotch.
“We need to talk about something,” I said.
“I will give you both some privacy,” Eric said as he stood up from the chair and walked away. Cris took a seat on that same chair across from me.
“So, what is it?” she asked, her brows furrowing.
“Maggie is pregnant, and I might be the father.” I blurted out.
Her eyes went huge, “Really?!” she squealed.
“I want to make sure that I’m the father.”
“This is something that I have wanted forever, and now it’s finally coming true… I’m so happy,” she stood up from the chair.
“Cris, I don’t even know if I am the father.”
“Well, by the looks of it…” her eyes moved to the alcohol. “I think that you are, I’m being positive and this will be great for us, Dad.” she smiled, she was so happy about it. It broke my heart because it’s not what I want. I want to yell, but I can’t until I know for sure.
“How was SNT?” I asked, changing the topic because I could no longer talk about it. If I do, it will make me explode at the wrong people.
“It was great, there is progress. I cannot wait to work for them once the internship is over and when graduation is done,” she smiled. “Let me go and text Maggie to congratulate her. I’m sure that she is ecstatic, and I do think that you should give her a chance. I don’t mind that she becomes my stepmother, you have my permission, Dad,” she said, hopefully.
I scoffed, “I doubt I would marry her,” I shook my head as I took the glass of Scotch and I gulped the rest down,
“Don’t say that, Dad. Trust me… you will be married to her. You also need to slow down with that, it will not make anything better, and you have a baby on the way, you need to be with Maggie. I cannot wait to share this news with Elona,” My grip on the glass tightened as I placed it back on the table with a soft thud, biting on my teeth as the anger boiled within me. I know that this is not Cris’ fault for being hopeful, but it’s not what I fucking want and I want people to respect that. “Let me call Maggie,” she said, and then she walked away.
I rake my fingers through my hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. Maggie will give me hell, and it will be agony to be with her, especially to have a baby with her. What the f^ck have I done? Thanks to David for encouraging me to have that one-night stand with Maggie in the first place, but I gave in just to get him off my back and to forget about Elona. Now I’m being punished for that. My heart is tearing apart inside of me, and it’s pain that I can’t face. So, the next best thing for me to do is drink myself into a stupor until I get the results of who the father is.