"Are you ok?"

I turned to the deep male voice that filled the silence of the dark blue BMW and surprised myself with the clarity of my voice when I replied.

"As ok as I can get."

"Great because it's done and there is no turning back."

"I know that Mr Myers," I said as I looked at the serious face that took my breath away.

Julian Daniel Myers was no ordinary man. He was a hard-working self-acclaimed millionaire who was vastly expanding himself beyond the boundaries of our little island Jamaica.

He has taken Hong Kong's electronics and robotic industry by storm with his resilience and determination. He had been a poor boy who had to drop out of high school because of his mother's inability to further his education. He was just another addition to the rags to riches story that most dreamed of but never made the step to achieve.

At sixteen he had to work odd jobs before he and two of his friends had been fortunate to enrol in a Hong Kong and Jamaican Associate Robotic Workshop for inner-city youths.

There he had discovered his skills in robotics and four years later at twenty, he had made a beneficial and highly effective prosthetic leg for athletes who were unfortunate to have their limb amputated.

This feat had gained him a scholarship from the Hong Kong Robotics Association which paved his way to University.

It was under the tutelage of Professor Kenton Rivers who later took him under his wings both as a teacher and father that he had fully honed his skills and mastered his profession as an efficient robotic engineer.

Now here I am with him going to a private villa to spend two nights and a day on a pretend honeymoon. At least I had those remaining days to wrap myself around being his wife before I have to establish my role among his family, his friends, and his colleagues.

"You best get used to calling me, Daniel. No one would understand my wife being so formal towards me."

"I understand," I returned thinking of all the things I have to get used to doing. If I was to convince his world as well as mine that we were more than just an impromptu marriage I best start playing the part.

I tore my eyes away from his lean strong face that was complemented by a neatly trimmed stylish beard with a thin moustache.

He was a divine specimen with appealing attraction. This mixture of masculinity and raw sexuality along with the many glasses of wine I had foolishly had at dinner and life's ability to manipulate my life had me making wild and carefree sex with him in the driver's seat of his car a month before this very occasion.

I felt that need rose within me again and I bit my lips and hoped that the painful sensation would drown out my body's natural attraction to him, but my body had come to know him and now it fought like crazy to know him once again.

I crossed my legs as the sensation of longing pooled within my core and caused me to throb and tremble with the desire he had made me feel before.

"Leslie," he said filling the sudden stifling confines of the earlier spaciously comfortable rear of the car with his deep hypnotic voice. "Please don't do that."

I looked at him confused, my mind had no time to comprehend what he was warning me against as I felt an intense sensation of bile rose within my stomach and I shouted.

"Stop the car!"

The little that I allowed myself to partake of from my breakfast tray has suddenly decided that it no longer wanted to stay down.

I almost gave way to hysterical laughter at the look that came upon his face, but instead, I clamped one hand over my mouth and tried not to make a ghastly mess of the plush leather interior of his expensive car.

This was not flipping happening. How could this be happening to me? Tears of frustration and embarrassment slid down my cheeks as I pushed the door open after my fingers fumbled with the handle. In a matter of seconds, I spilt my guts until all that was left was nothing but emptiness and dry heaves of ragged breaths.

I wanted to sink into the ground but instead, I felt my tired body being pulled against a hard frame for support. I felt drained and when he took a neatly folded handkerchief and wiped my mouth I didn't know what to do.

He manoeuvred me around the mess and I was grateful we were way out of the town's busy thoroughfare and there was nothing but a quiet late evening with minimal traffic and no curiosity.

"Hey," he said soothingly as he gently helped me into the car. "Have you been to the doctor?"

"I had an appointment at the clinic three days ago," I replied wishing I could just curl up against him.

"I want you to make a visit to my doctor in the morning," he said matter of factly. "I don't want to take any chances---"

Hah, too late fi dat mister! I said to myself as I considered the reason we were now at this moment. It fueled my frustration further.

I found myself snapping at him because of the deep-rooted feeling of need I had towards him, as well as my not ever being able to share it with him again.

"I don't need your doctor to tell me am pregnant and that I am a bunch of nerves today or I haven't eaten substantially."

Dark brown eyes burned with a fire of their own as he made his way to sit by me and said. "I wasn't asking, I was telling, and this is also my baby."

I wanted to argue, I wanted to scream, I wanted to run but most of all I wanted this to be less businesslike and knowing that the result would not be changed in my favour I clamped my mouth shut and nibbled on my lips again.

If only he could act like he too was falling apart and unsure. If only they were not down this road because of this unplanned pregnancy. If only my baby wasn't a purpose to do the right by me and by him or her. If only....however I quietly said instead.

"I did not tell you about the baby because I am looking for something. I thought you had the right to know about what resulted from that night in your car. I have to take a stand, this is my life too."

"I know it's your life Leslie and I want what's best for you so that our baby can be alright," he told me, "It's an emotional roller coaster for you, and I won't allow you to jeopardize the well-being of the baby."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the backrest of the seat. I should be happy he cared enough about our child. That was a blessing in all that had happened. It was far from what I had expected.

I could have been rejected and embarrassed by him or have him deny the child's paternity but instead, he had not hesitated to give me and his child his name.

In this society in which we try to strive unwanted pregnancy fueled single parenting and made rise to matriarchal homes where struggles rise in many ways. I was fortunate, but being the person who was always true to myself I wanted more. If only I could admit it to him.

"Leslie I have no intention of letting you or our baby down," he said cutting into my brooding thoughts and I knew he was true to his words. I knew he was also telling me I too had the responsibility of doing the same.

"I know," I replied softly.

He gave a nod as if satisfied with my answer. I looked away from him as his dark eyes did crazy and unspeakable things to my insides.

I wished it was fully true what he said because with my heart wanting more than what I was being given I was somewhat being let down.

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