The Donation
Chapter Four
Penelope’s. P.O.V.
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The person standing at my doorstep was not who I expected to see- and he was definitely not a ‘John’.
Stood in front of me was Harry Styles; tall and smiling.
He has to be at the wrong apartment- there’s no way.
“I-I’m sorry you’ve got the wrong number.” I started to close my door when he stopped it with his foot.
“No, this is the right apartment. You’re Penelope, right?”
I opened it back up, scratching my head, “yes..”
“I’m John. Well not.. Truly,” he rushed, “but it was simply just a pseudonym.”
“But you said it was John! And now all of a sudden I’m supposed to accept the fact that you lied and the father of my child- our child -isn’t who I thought he was!”
“I know, I know. I just got scared you’d freak out and send everyone my number if you knew who I truly was.”
“Well lying about it doesn’t make it any better!” I huffed.
“I-I know. I’m sorry, love. But may I come inside?” He pleaded with a smile.
I sighed and pulled myself to the side, Harry moving past. He walked to the middle of my living room and exhaled deeply.
“This is a really nice apartment you got here,” he commented, “really nice.”
“Thank you, Harry.”
“Dinner is ready so if you want we can eat now and then talk or talk now and eat later,” I suggested.
“How about,” he said, “we eat and talk?”
“Perfect.”
***
We got our dinner plates filled and took a seat at my dining table. I’m still in complete shock; but not because the fact that my baby daddy is a celebrity but by the lying. I get it but I really didn’t expect this. What was Harry doing donating in the first place?
“So what’s your career,” He muttered in-between bites.
“I am an F.B.I. agent,” I smiled.
He stopped eating. “Wait, for real?”
I stood and grabbed my bag, sneaking out my wallet that held my F.B.I. credentials and flashed it to him.
“Damn, that’s really cool,” he laughed.
“What’s your career?” I stopped, “sorry nevermind.
My face heated up with embarrassment.
“Don’t apologize, love.” He sent me a crooked smile, “this spaghetti is really good, thank you.”
I nodded and pushed my food around my plate. Ever since becoming pregnant, I’ve been losing my appetite.
“Aren’t you supposed to be like… really hungry?” He questioned.
I shrugged, “I’ve actually been losing my appetite.”
His eyes looked worried, “isn’t that unhealthy?”
“The doctor said that as long as I don’t lose massive amounts of pounds I’m good,” I reassured.
He sighed of relief. “Can I ask some questions?”
“Go ahead,” I smiled.
“Is your job too dangerous while you’re pregnant?”
“Harry,” I started, “it only is if I’m in the middle of a shootout- and that doesn’t happen frequently. My team and I are good at talking down the unsubs so it doesn’t happen.”
“Unsubs?” He questioned.
“Unknown subjects. The suspects of the crime.”
“Ohh so like Criminal Minds style stuff.”
“Yeah,” I laughed, “kinda like that.”
“Will you be safe? Most would quit their jobs..” He whispered.
“I will be safe but I can’t just retire; I need the money for my baby and I.”
“No you don’t,” he shook his head, “I’m paying for everything. I don’t need you worrying about money.”
“Harry, I am not going to be lazy and take your money, that’s not my job here. I’ve definitely not going to be that kind of baby mama. I have my back.”
“Well,” he started, “I have your back too. Please, love, don’t stress yourself out.”
“Babe I won’t. But I am not useless.”
“I know that, Penelope. I just don’t want to be useless either.”
I observed as he ate. He unlike so many men I’ve met had manners and chewed with his mouth shut. He put the napkin on his lap and was careful to not spill anything on the tablecloth.
“Have you chosen a room? A crib? How about what brand of diapers?”
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow it down,” I laughed. “I have a room picked but I haven’t gotten that far.”
“Could I see it?” He gulped.
I nodded and stood up, him in my footsteps.
I led him to the corner bedroom- I left it a pale color so I could paint it once I found out the genders of my babies.
He smiled and took a step past me, walking in and engulfing the room. “It’s cute,” he whispered.
I knew my house was nothing compared to his. I felt insecure about my tiny apartment, but I really do love my humble abode.
“Can I ask two last very important questions?” He chirped.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Would you want to move in with me? I mean we’re having kids and all.”
“Woah there,” I backed up, “I just met you. I’m sorry but my job taught me things.”
“No, I get it. We don’t have to right away it was just a… Future question.”
“I really don’t know, Harry.” I sighed, “I love my apartment.”
“But my house is bigger and better to raise a child in,” he rushed.
“Yeah I just don’t want to singly depend on you. You don’t have to be responsible for the kids- it was my choice to get pregnant. I don’t need your riches and houses and whatever else.”
“Well thank you for not being a gold digger,” he chuckled.
I laughed, “what’s your last question?”
“Would you want to be exclusive?”
________________
The person standing at my doorstep was not who I expected to see- and he was definitely not a ‘John’.
Stood in front of me was Harry Styles; tall and smiling.
He has to be at the wrong apartment- there’s no way.
“I-I’m sorry you’ve got the wrong number.” I started to close my door when he stopped it with his foot.
“No, this is the right apartment. You’re Penelope, right?”
I opened it back up, scratching my head, “yes..”
“I’m John. Well not.. Truly,” he rushed, “but it was simply just a pseudonym.”
“But you said it was John! And now all of a sudden I’m supposed to accept the fact that you lied and the father of my child- our child -isn’t who I thought he was!”
“I know, I know. I just got scared you’d freak out and send everyone my number if you knew who I truly was.”
“Well lying about it doesn’t make it any better!” I huffed.
“I-I know. I’m sorry, love. But may I come inside?” He pleaded with a smile.
I sighed and pulled myself to the side, Harry moving past. He walked to the middle of my living room and exhaled deeply.
“This is a really nice apartment you got here,” he commented, “really nice.”
“Thank you, Harry.”
“Dinner is ready so if you want we can eat now and then talk or talk now and eat later,” I suggested.
“How about,” he said, “we eat and talk?”
“Perfect.”
***
We got our dinner plates filled and took a seat at my dining table. I’m still in complete shock; but not because the fact that my baby daddy is a celebrity but by the lying. I get it but I really didn’t expect this. What was Harry doing donating in the first place?
“So what’s your career,” He muttered in-between bites.
“I am an F.B.I. agent,” I smiled.
He stopped eating. “Wait, for real?”
I stood and grabbed my bag, sneaking out my wallet that held my F.B.I. credentials and flashed it to him.
“Damn, that’s really cool,” he laughed.
“What’s your career?” I stopped, “sorry nevermind.
My face heated up with embarrassment.
“Don’t apologize, love.” He sent me a crooked smile, “this spaghetti is really good, thank you.”
I nodded and pushed my food around my plate. Ever since becoming pregnant, I’ve been losing my appetite.
“Aren’t you supposed to be like… really hungry?” He questioned.
I shrugged, “I’ve actually been losing my appetite.”
His eyes looked worried, “isn’t that unhealthy?”
“The doctor said that as long as I don’t lose massive amounts of pounds I’m good,” I reassured.
He sighed of relief. “Can I ask some questions?”
“Go ahead,” I smiled.
“Is your job too dangerous while you’re pregnant?”
“Harry,” I started, “it only is if I’m in the middle of a shootout- and that doesn’t happen frequently. My team and I are good at talking down the unsubs so it doesn’t happen.”
“Unsubs?” He questioned.
“Unknown subjects. The suspects of the crime.”
“Ohh so like Criminal Minds style stuff.”
“Yeah,” I laughed, “kinda like that.”
“Will you be safe? Most would quit their jobs..” He whispered.
“I will be safe but I can’t just retire; I need the money for my baby and I.”
“No you don’t,” he shook his head, “I’m paying for everything. I don’t need you worrying about money.”
“Harry, I am not going to be lazy and take your money, that’s not my job here. I’ve definitely not going to be that kind of baby mama. I have my back.”
“Well,” he started, “I have your back too. Please, love, don’t stress yourself out.”
“Babe I won’t. But I am not useless.”
“I know that, Penelope. I just don’t want to be useless either.”
I observed as he ate. He unlike so many men I’ve met had manners and chewed with his mouth shut. He put the napkin on his lap and was careful to not spill anything on the tablecloth.
“Have you chosen a room? A crib? How about what brand of diapers?”
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow it down,” I laughed. “I have a room picked but I haven’t gotten that far.”
“Could I see it?” He gulped.
I nodded and stood up, him in my footsteps.
I led him to the corner bedroom- I left it a pale color so I could paint it once I found out the genders of my babies.
He smiled and took a step past me, walking in and engulfing the room. “It’s cute,” he whispered.
I knew my house was nothing compared to his. I felt insecure about my tiny apartment, but I really do love my humble abode.
“Can I ask two last very important questions?” He chirped.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Would you want to move in with me? I mean we’re having kids and all.”
“Woah there,” I backed up, “I just met you. I’m sorry but my job taught me things.”
“No, I get it. We don’t have to right away it was just a… Future question.”
“I really don’t know, Harry.” I sighed, “I love my apartment.”
“But my house is bigger and better to raise a child in,” he rushed.
“Yeah I just don’t want to singly depend on you. You don’t have to be responsible for the kids- it was my choice to get pregnant. I don’t need your riches and houses and whatever else.”
“Well thank you for not being a gold digger,” he chuckled.
I laughed, “what’s your last question?”
“Would you want to be exclusive?”
Notes
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11/21/18