23 | D A I S Y

I watch as Paris use the rolling pin to flatten the wrap. I remove the jacket I was wearing and drop it on the hanger next to the door. The house was warm and quiet even though the sun is still shinning brightly in the sky - except it was hidden by the dark clouds and the temperature was very low I thought it was snowing.

"When will he be back?" I asked about Zack. I decided to use this opportunity to apologise on behalf of Zack. I shouldn't have interfered in their business.

"Practice." She shortly replied.

"And where's his Dad?" I didn't see him at school today.

"Upstairs taking a shower. You're lucky he's on a break." His mother didn't seemed bothered by my presence.

I've substituted too many things in my life. My dreams of becoming a professional dancer had been crushed the day I found out I was pregnant. I'll cling to the only other choice I have. My parents will soon find out but I'm afraid they'll kick me out. And I had just enrolled into my third trimester. As the days pass, the morning sickness began disappearing. Wearing loose outfits at the moment is the best choice. This way I'll become more accustomed to it.

"Surprised you find the house empty, right? Maya's out with Leslie for her video shooting while Eden's taking extra lessons at school. Zack will soon be back from the football practice. You can sit and relax before he comes down." She kindly offered.

I sat on the counter stool and watch her cook. I'm not much of a talker but maybe a nice conversation wouldn't hurt. "You said your name's Paris, is it like associated with anything..." I trailed off.

Paris smiled. "You won't believe the answer," she said as she stuff the wrap with meat salad. "I'm French."

"No way!" She looks like the typical American Mom whose grandparents were the origin of America. Anyway, it got interesting.

"Paris was the city my Mom was born in. She was a very attractive French woman with a strong taste for fashionable lifestyle and high class. The men my mother dated call her Belle because of the glamour radiating from her. If I were to be compared with my Mom, I'd have being the the mother instead." Her eyes were unfocused as if she was having a deep thought.

"But where is she? What happened to her?" I got a little curious.

"She promised herself to find herself a wealthy man who'd be able to take care of her needs and wants. At twenty, she met my father who was forty-four at that time. He was a very wealthy business magnate and investor. They got married and soon after had me. I inherited my father's American looks to my mother's disappointment. I was daddy's girl as a result. I was their only child."

"But my father got sick and was diagnosed with brain tumor. He devastatingly passed away soon after." There was a gloomy look on her face.

"My mother wanted me to be perfect and to find myself a rich husband to could provide all my expenses. She became obsessed with trying to turn me into a what she was. But then, I met Hector. He was on a family vacation with his family and we bonded immediately. He swept me off to America and the rest was history. My mother never came after me. She chose to forget me and now, she runs one of the highest grossing jewellery industry in the world. I left all my inheritance with her and I think she did a fantastic job with it."

"Honey?" Hector said as he descends down the stairs, his hands fixing his tie. "What's happening here?" He asked when he saw Daisy.

Paris walked towards her husband and helped him with his tie. "I was just having a conversation with Daisy about how we fell in love and my French heritage." She said and pecked his lips with hers.

Hector's eyes bored into my soul as I stared at anything but him. I'm sure he hated me for getting pregnant with his son's child. I'm not about to start a fight with the grandfather of my child.

"Look, it's time we talk about the situation. We can't just leave something as big and important as this. I know what they did was shameful but they're all humans and humans make mistakes. Just do this for me."

After a long moment of hesitation, Hector gave in. "Fine."

"What would you love to have, my dear Daisy?" Paris asked calmly. "Tea? Coffee?"

I shook my head. "Just some orange juice."

Her eyes widened in amusement "Now that is a Hudson baby. I was obsessed with orange during all my pregnancies." She said as she pushed the cup towards me and sit opposite me. Her husband sat upright next to her, seizing me like a professional investigator.

"I just want to start by saying I'm really sorry for interfering too much."

Paris shook her head. "Darling, whether you revealed it that day or not, we're still going to find out. Who knows when Zack plan on informing us?"

"The real truth was we got drunk at a mutual friend's party and we did it while drunk."

Hector's eyes shifted to the other side and his brows creased as a frown formed on his face. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen" I know where this is going to. I was dumb and stupid back then. I drink, smoke and slept with all the guys that I was interested in. The emptiness and pain beckoned me to do things I had no idea what was. I was blinded through the beautiful path of the world but mindful of the dark side.

"You guys aware that only people over twenty-one were allowed to have alcohol?" Paris said.

"We were stupid and senseless. We weren't thinking when we got drunk. It's the stage of our life where we become rebellious and negligent. You guys know your son. He would never do that. He's kind, lovely person and would never do anything to hurt you. That day, he was persuaded by his friends to get drunk. They pranked him by changing the champagne he was drinking to some alcoholic drink." I remember the incident vividly in my head.

Paris and Hector glanced at each other with a knowing look. I could see in their eyes they trusted their son and know he would never be reckless enough to impregnate a girl consciously. Those were the kind of parents I wished I had.

"How sure are you the baby is Zack's?" Asked Hector.

I clutched my hands together. "Hundred percent, I can assure you. I was trying to control my life for the best and I had decided abstinence was one of it" I wasn't ashamed to tell them the truth. "I wasn't with any guy for three months before the baby was conceived and afterwards."

I sipped my drink as I stared at them under hooded eyelashes. They were debating on what to ask next. It was clear they were starting to believe me.

I dropped the cup on the table and moved a bit closer. "Look Mr and Mrs Hudson, I don't intend on having any extra cash for some support or something like that. I thought I did the right thing by informing Zack about the baby. I'm good enough to take care of myself and the baby. I just want to apologise on his behalf and explain the situation. I love my baby and I'm ready to do anything to protect it."

"I totally understand," ,she said with a smile. "You made any arrangement with Zack?" Paris added.

"Yes. He wants to be in our child's life. We had made an arrangement to visit the doctor together and go to teen pregnancy counselling class which we had already began."

Hector nodded his head. "That's nice of you. At least, we know our son takes his responsibilities seriously. Have you informed your parents?"

I shook my head. "I didn't."

"Can you give us their phone numbers so we can call them and talk about the situation?" He asked.

Maybe the best thing to do at the moment was to let the Hudson talk to my parents about the pregnancy. Perhaps they will listen to them better than me. "Sure but I'm afraid I have to go."

"We'll contact them about the situation and maybe find some time to talk someday. If you don't mind." Zack's Dad suggested. I nodded in apprehension.

I gave them both my Mom's and Dad's in case one didn't pick up. As I exit the house, a wave of relief pierced through me. At least, I've gained their trust.
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