Chapter 6: Chapter 6

"What do you think, Jenny? Does this dress fit my body well? " I said to her as she entered Steve and I's room.

And she sat down with her chips, looking at me from head to toe.

I was busy looking at myself in the mirror. It was my day off, and today was February 24. which was the date that the guy and I agreed to meet so I could settle everything. I could see Jenny's every move through the mirror. She was looking all confused because I think I bought almost everything for myself before I gave birth to Steve in the world. There were just a few things. I don't think they look all that fine when worn.

"Your room is a mess, but I'm not going to lie, you look gorgeous." I just smiled, and Jenny just smiled. Something about that smile was really suspicious and I knew where this was heading.

"I thought you just said you didn't want to meet that man." She said, smirking.

"Then why are you so pumped up about fitting these dresses?"

"You were still there in that position after you put Steve to sleep. And it's been three hours and you still haven't decided." She said to me, and I don't know, is she really this type of person, putting a lot of different meanings on things?

"No, I just want to look presentable." I said to her, and she was munching on popcorn and looking at me as if she'd heard this before, that I was saying the opposite.

Then I sighed. I also don't know why I'm so eager to wear the dress that suits me when I can just go there with my own t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. I don't have to think about what impression he will make on me because my first goal here was to return to him the money he gave me, and that's what matters.

"Are you sure you're willing to take care of Steve?" I asked Jenny while putting on a t-shirt.

"Paused!" she shouted, and I was also surprised by her shout and quickly signaled her not to make any noise because Steve was already asleep.

"You should wear this because it will bring out your body shape." she said while placing the dress on my hand and pushing me towards the bathroom, and I was restless, and she just smiled at me.

"I still hope that you can get a daddy who will love Steve as his own. But that's fine, we can love him twice." She told me, and I went into the bathroom.

I don’t know how I’m going to thank them for all they did to me, the two of them, especially Christian. I also don’t know how I’m going to make up for it, but I’ll take the biggest chunk of my time to pay them back big time.

I was out of the shower and I was looking at myself while a hair towel was placed in my hair. Jenny was right; it really made my curves more noticeable and I liked how the green color matched with the silk type of cloth so well. It was a tube type, so I'm not pretty confident it was making my chest develop a cleavage and it was really noticeable. Is it really okay to go like this?

Wouldn't I look like someone who's desperate for attention? I sigh again as I gaze at Steve, who is soundly sleeping. Then, Coutney thought that she once had friends who were also raised by a single parent and were bullied as a result.

I stood up for them. Whether they are my friends or not, nobody deserves to be treated that way. And as I looked at Steve, I asked myself if it's okay for me that my son would somehow experience the same faith? It's not like I don't want to have a husband; it's just that I feared that they might call me harsh phrases if they ever learned I was a single mother.

Maybe Jenny was right; it wasn't such a bad idea to meet someone, but my top priority is, how can he love my son? I'm okay there. It would be just a bonus if he loved my son as much as he loved me.

I ended up getting dressed when Jenny chose to put light make-up on me. I don’t mean to go on board, but I was just hoping he wouldn’t notice that I was really dressed up nicely.

Then I remembered that I was literally going overboard because we would only meet at Moonbucks, but I was going to look like having a date at a restaurant.

And I was embarrassed. Why didn't I think about this? Am I overconfident or what? Then I was about to leave when someone grabbed me, preventing me from leaving, but because of my quick reflexes, I hit the person behind me with the sling bag that Jenny lent me and hit him, but I was shocked.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, sir." I said and it was Liam. His eyebrows met and his eyes were flaming looking down at me.

I don’t know, but as soon as I realized it was him, I immediately tended to him, holding his face and making sure that he was alright. He really has those nice long lashes, and it was taking me away. Does his face really have freckles? I asked myself.

But he just held my hand and he said nothing. I also let him pull me where we were going and he stopped by a car and opened the door for me. He said nothing and he just tossed me inside like a bag of groceries. He also sat in the driver's seat. I don't know where we were going when he started driving, but after 10 minutes had passed, I finally had the gut to ask him

"Where are we going?" I asked him and he was just busy looking at the road and I didn't know what to do when he entered a very tall gate and it was a big mansion.

"Home," he said when he stopped the car, and my jaw dropped.

Home? We barely knew each other, and now he's taking me home? Is he like this type of a guy?