Eros' POV

"Wow, Eros. These songs are amazing."

I was at the studio. I had written new songs. Anna. My inspirer. I couldn't get her out of my mind. It had been a month since I saw her the last time. I missed her so much. Was she thinking about me too? I did not use my number that she had known. Did she call me? Probably, she hated me. We couldn't find who leaked where I was.

"Are you thinking about her again?" George interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him, smiling slightly.

"Why did you not ask her about it?"

I sighed, depressed. "It is not important anymore, George."

I was attending a gala tonight. After taking a shower, I got ready. Then I grabbed my phone and left.

I was sipping my drink. There were a lot of people here; famous singers, actors, actresses, businessmen, etc.

"Eros!" Bella called me, placing her hand on my arm.

"Hey."

She kissed my cheek. "Where have you been? I missed you."

Bella was an Italian actress. We met in Italy at the party last year. We had one nightstand.

"How are you?"

"Great! You are mine tonight." She murmured in my ear, traveling down her hand along my back. I smirked as I nodded.

Anna's POV

I was walking along the trees. It was a beautiful place. The birds were singing.

I saw Emmett. He smiled at me. He wore a black tuxedo. He was holding a little boy in his arms. The boy had brown hair and captivating brown eyes. Emmett smiled at him, stroking his cheek. I was staring at them. The little boy looked at me and smiled. I couldn't hold myself and smiled at him back. He opened his arms towards me.

"Mommy."

When I opened my eyes, I was in my bed. I sat up. It was a dream. I thought about the little boy, smiling. I placed my hand on my stomach and rubbed it. I got up and took a shower. I put on a gray blouse and black jeans. Today, I had a doctor appointment. I took my bag and left.

I walked into the room as the nurse called me.

"Good morning, Ms. Henderson." The doctor greeted me warmly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Johnson. "

"If you are ready, let's start. Lie down, please."

I nodded and lay down. She sat down on the chair beside me and started checking up.

"Look. It is your baby." She pointed to the screen.

I looked at the screen. He or she was so little like a bean.

"The baby is healthy. Your pregnancy is normal. You are six weeks pregnant." She informed. "I will give you the "Do and don't" list." She handed me the list and my baby's first picture.

I left the hospital and got in the car. My phone rang. I picked up. It was my father.

"Dad."

"Princess, where are you?"

"I had something to do. What happened?"

"I need to talk to you. I am waiting for you in the company."

"Ok. I am coming."

I hung up and started the car. I was working in our company. I was an interior designer. I stopped my car in front of the company and got out of the car.

"Jane, is my dad in his office?" I asked my father's secretary.

"Yes, Ms. Henderson."

I knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hi, my princess."

I hugged my father.

"Sit down. I need to tell you something."

I nodded and sat down.

"You know about our project in Greece. The hotels in Athens and Rhodes."

"Yes, Dad."

"I want you to do their interior designs. Because of that, you are going to Greece this Sunday. They are important projects for our company. I want you to head these projects. Probably it will take a few months."

"Ok, Dad."

I was in my room. I decided to tell my parents about my pregnancy. I couldn't hide it anymore.

I went downstairs. My parents were here. I sat down on the couch. I was nervous.

"Mom, Dad...I have to tell you something."

They looked at me in curiosity.

"What happened, dear? Are you fine?" My mother asked, concerned.

"I am fine, Mom. I..."

"Princess, what is going on?" My father asked, looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I am pregnant." I breathed deeply and confessed. They looked at me, shocked.

"Is it a joke?" My father asked angrily. I shook my head. He stood up and started pacing forth and back.

"How far along are you?" My mother asked.

"Six weeks."

"Who is the father? Do I know him?" My father snapped.

"....No. He did not live here....We met when he was on a holiday here." I replied.

"Did you tell him?" My mother asked. I shook my head.

"He left a month ago without telling me anything. I called him a few times, but....his phone was turned off."

My father shook his head, breathing deeply.

"Tell me his name and surname." My father snapped.

"His name is Emmett. I do not know his surname."

He sighed.

"You are pregnant by him, but you do not even know his surname?!" My father shouted.

"Jack, calm down." My mother said.

"Tell me everything since the beginning." My father snapped.

I told them how we met, the cafe, etc.

"You really disappointed us. Go to your room now. We will talk tomorrow." My father said without looking at me.

I stood up and went upstairs. I closed the door behind me. I sat on my bed and wrapped my arms around my legs as I pulled them against my stomach. I couldn't hold myself anymore. I started to cry.

My phone rang. It was Elsa. I picked up my phone.

"Elsa." I said, sobbing.

"Anna, dear, what happened? Are you okay?"

"I told my parents about my pregnancy."

"...Oh. What did they say?"

I told her about everything.

"Anna, an idea came to my mind. You said his room was reserved by George Marinos. If we find him..."

"No, Elsa. I do not want to find him or see him. It is obvious, he doesn't love me. I was the only fool who fell in love. He only wanted to spend his holiday...good. That is all." I stated without letting her finish her sentence.

"I did not tell my parents about this part. If I give this information, my father can find him. But I do not want it. I will take care of my baby myself. I do not need him."

"But..."

"No, Elsa. I want to sleep. Let's talk later."

"Ok, dear. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and placed my phone on the bedside table.

I woke up, feeling nauseated. I got up and rushed to the bathroom.

After vomiting, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I put on my clothes and went downstairs.

"Good morning." I greeted them. They were having breakfast.

"Good morning, Anna." My mother said. My father was not looking at me. I sat down.

"You are going to Greece this Sunday as we planned. And you will stay there till you give birth. Meanwhile, I will try to find that bastard." My father informed coldly.