Karma Is A Red-haired Bitch In A Petty Silhouette

Avery's POV;

Three Months Later

If only I had a glimpse of the devil visiting today, I would never have opened the door...

My phone vibrates on the center table and I just stare at it, too tired to move an inch.

I mean, I've seen a thousand women get pregnant, their bump as heavy as a volleyball pitch, but I never knew this is what they have to deal with , probably the tip of an iceberg.

It's frustrating. I hate cheesecake and some of my favorite meal, and oddly, I love strong coffee, as the scent works magically on my mood, pizza... It has to be an expensive baby, because how the fuck do I only love things I can't afford?

"Are you okay?" Piper asks on arrival. "Your phone is ringing."

"Please, can you help me get it?" I look from her to the phone.

"Wow!" She laughs wryly. I get it and I don't blame her, barely three months in, and I'm acting bloated.

Part of the deal states for me to get paid another quarter of the fee, the pregnancy has to be successfully implanted and there is no miscarriage after three months.

With sex being a cause of this, I lied to Dr. Cain that I have no boyfriend or any male interest... I don't know why I did that, I guess I'm that desperate. And the aspect of a good living condition, I wrote off Piper's address as mine with her permission, as my house is nothing close to being conducive at the very least.

"It's Dr. Cain." She informs me, snapping me out of my head.

I look at her, demanding if I should respond. The whole concept of lying about everything gets me scared whenever I get a call from him or have to go to the clinic.

She motions for me to answer it and put it on speaker.

"Hello, good morning Dr. Cain," I mutter, my tongue caught in my mouth.

"Morning. How are you both doing?”

“Fine,” I pause my breathe waiting for the reason he called.

“It's already a month and two weeks, you should stop by the clinic today, say 3 PM."

Piper makes a 'yay!' cry, the thought of walking to the bank with that cheque like a boss.

"Oh, for the part payment, yeah... Of course."

"That too, and briefly meeting with the father of the child."

Oh, my god!

I pause for a moment, swallowing thick knots of saliva. Piper suspects my state and quickly demands that I breathe in and out, her hands going up and down her body in demonstration.

"Hello?... Are you there, miss Avery?"

"Ye...ah..." I mumble.

"Alright. Later today, 3 PM." With that, the call ended.

"Don't freak out... Take a deep breath." Piper cautions me.

"Don't freak out?!” I'm suddenly having troubles breathing. "What if he finds out that I'm sick? I will soon get registered for antenatal... and..."

"Look, he may just want to confirm you're fine and his baby is doing okay," she holds my shoulders and squeezes it gently.

"He could have easily asked his doctor... Why will he go through so much trouble when he can just ring his doctor?”

“You can't be so sure.” She chips in. "I could follow you there if you want."

I look up at her, relieved for a moment. "Really?”

She nods.

"I'd appreciate that."

"We have roughly four hours to get ready, you should get some sleep, I will make you something to eat when you wake up."

I pout and blink nonstop, acting all goofy with her. Taking her advice, I walk to my room to lay my head. I open my phone and dial Andrew, it's almost a week I last visited Orion, the smell of the hospital makes me gag, and if he as little as suspect that I'm pregnant, it may ruin everything.

Orion will eventually find out, but I need time to live with my reality before telling him.

"Avery, how are you feeling?" His voice booms.

"Getting better." I murmur. "How's he doing?"

"Fine, the doctor said that he may not need a second surgery, he's recuperating well."

I nod, suppressing tears welling up in my eyes. It means he will be home soon, and will realize what I've done sooner than I imagined.

"That’s good,” I sniffle.

“Are you fine though?”

"Yeah.” I hurriedly respond. "Alright bye." I end the call before I will blow off my cover.

Just laying on my bed and sobbing silently, I slowly drift to sleep.

"Wakey-wakey." Piper gently taps my foot and I just sprawl like an octopus. "It's already 2 PM."

"Jeez!"

I hurriedly get up from bed. I can't believe that I slept three hours straight.

"Easy, we still have time, plus I'm driving."

"You really made food?" I smile, jogging down the flight of stairs as I let the delicious aroma of the food lead me.

Piper laughs and joins me downstairs. It took me roughly thirty minutes to be done, and we head for the clinic.

"I'm miss Avery, and I have an appointment with Dr. Cain by 3."

"A minute, please." The receptionist says and uses the landline. "You can go in,"

"Thanks."

I signal Piper and we walk to Dr. Cain's office.

"Come in." he responds on the first knock. "Please, sit down."

"This is Piper, my friend, and Piper, this is Dr. Cain."

"Good day, doctor." She waves at him.

We talk for a while and sit in silence some minutes, before the door opens, revealing a gentle man in a neatly tailored suit that leaves me gawking. He's tall, has a nose mask, and sunglasses on to conceal his identity. To say the least, he reeks of class...

Wait, is he my baby daddy?!

His baby! My brain screams at me like I lost all form of sanity.

"Miss Avery, I suppose," his voice is soothing like a cool breeze. With his hands in his pocket, he walks in and takes a seat, cockily.

"Yeah, and Piper, my..."

"Excuse us." His tone is dead flat.

"She can't..."

"I believe you read the contract, clause for clause, this act alone is a breach of my privacy, and you will be held accountable..."

"Mr...."

He cuts off the doctor rudely merely by lifting his finger.

"Why is she here, doctor?" He looks at him, his eyes red with anger. "Leave, now."

Piper gives my hand a gentle squeeze before walking out of the office.

Alone with this rude and cocky pyscho, my heart literally skip beats.

"As agreed, you'll undergo thorough medical check-up, monthly, that’s after the antenatal of course and he will send me the results "

"Huh?" I stutter, about to suffer from a heart attack.

"We don't have time, Miss Avery," he urges me to stand up, his stern gaze hovering around me.

Mumbling silent words of prayer, I stand up, my legs too wobbly to carry my frame. I'm scared to my bones and Piper is not around to hold my hands.

With each step I take, my vision gets blur.

Unexpectedly, I slump, falling backward, and hitting a hard frame. Slowly, I slip into oblivion.