Chapter 31: Chapter 31

SAMANTHA'S POV CONTINUES.

I have been feeling really sick these few days a lot, and though I know what is wrong with me, I couldn't let it keep me down, I am going to have to fight it so I can go to work.

Even Though I am the supervisor of the company, I am not the owner, I have never really met the owner, I was told the owner is in Africa with his family, but those I had met there as the head, have been super nice to me, but skipping work, would seem as though I am taking advantage of their help. Especially, my departmental head Maxwell.

I kept looking at the time, and trying to give myself a few more minutes, to see if I will get better, and then leave for work.

Mary was giving me the look. I could feel it that she knows already, but she knows I don't want to talk about it, therefore, she doesn't want to ask me about it. She brought me a hot cocoa, even when the weather is hot, somehow, that was what I needed, I thanked her, and drank it, and unlike her, she sat down on the chair, opposite me, staring at me with a smile.

"What? I asked, getting uncomfortable with her smiles.

"Nothing, I am just wondering, when you plan to tell us that you are pregnant? She asked, and I looked around as if someone else was in the house with us. I didn't want her to raise her voice, even though Whitney had already left for school.

"How did you know? I asked.

"Oh come on Sam. I was with you when you had Whitney, I know how you behave and the things you crave for, and even though I am not blessed to have child a child of my own, I can tell when a woman have been knocked down". She says and smiles even more.

"And why are you happy about this. I am already a single mother, struggling to take care of Whitney and pay bills, now this happens. What if I loose my Job? It is stated there, that they don't want a pregnant woman for the position, I will have to look for another job, before I start to get noticed". I told her and she knew at that time that all I needed was her support.

"We will get through this together, just like we have been doing.

Even though, I was not blessed to have my own life or child, I see you and Whitney as the family. When you left five years ago, I didn't go with you, because I couldn't leave Whitney alone, I wanted her to grow up knowing that someone cares about her, and now, the same way we are bonded by love and not just work, we will take care of this Angel inside too". She said as she placed her right hand on my stomach.

Soon silence eludes us and I whispered my thanks to her, but then I was waiting for her to ask me the very pressing question. The one I am sure, if Whitney were to hear that I am pregnant today, she would ask, but Mary was being too mature about it all, she didn't want to ask, so I asked her instead.

"Aren't you going to ask me, who the father is?

"No, I already know who the father is, for I know you have not been with any other man since Edward". She says, and though I still feel she doesn't know, I paused to let her continue, then she spoke up again.

That night, when I saw him carry you back into your room on his shoulders, I fear something must have happened between you two". She added.

"He carried me? I asked, looking shocked. That must be it. And that was why I woke up in my room.

That devil, he had it all planned out, he planned for me to loose that part of my memory, he didn't want me to remember at all, he took advantage of me. I will never forgive him". I said, but she didn't seem to agree with me.

"Actually, I think, he really does love you. Take his actions of five years ago, as that of a teenager, who was confused, and taking that he just lost his parents at the time".

"When he finally came back, why then, did he not start by telling the truth first?

"When you love someone, your first fear, would be hurting them, and sometimes, we get it wrong, we think lying to them is the best option, because it gives us time, to see that person happy, but it is not true, it is better to hurt someone you love with the truth, than to make them happy with lies, when it comes out, even the truth, will seem like a lie". She says, and once again, silence was all I could hear between us. I was no longer in a hurry to get to work, I know I will go to work, even though I will arrive late. I felt better, maybe talking to someone, was all I really needed. I have bottled a lot inside, that it felt so wrong, but talking with her, and hearing what she thinks, especially, since she didn't judge me, I was happy.

"Thank you Mary, I feel a lot better than I had been in weeks".

"You are welcome dear, and don't worry, we will get through this together". She says and gave me a hug, and with that, I got off the chair, grabbed my purse, and headed for work.

Through out that day, I was very active, and happy, but something else was wrong, I was thinking too much about what she said about Craig. She had said that Craig loves me very much, and sadly, against everything I want to feel at that time, was loving him too, but I was determined to fight that love and turn it to hate, but the more I try to hate him and see the bad sides of him, I ended up thinking of that night.

Since I could remember all that happened that night, I couldn't really blame him for it all. I forced him to do it, and maybe I wanted it too.

My day was going so well, only to be told when the day is about to be over, that the owner of the company, will be coming back with his family from Africa, and he has asked that all the staff members be gathered by 7am for a meeting at the board room. That was no time to have a meeting, and I certainly don't know if I would be able to wake up that early, due to the pregnancy. I always have morning weaknesses, but since it isn't something that happens always, I will have to try my best to be at work on time.

I packed my stuff, and prepared my report, as instructed by the supervisory head, who told me that I will have to deliver a report tomorrow, Infront of the CEO.

"Mrs Samantha. I know it isn't easy for you, taking care of your family alone, but I need you to try and be here early. I may not be able to do anything for you, if he gets here before you". Maxwell, my supervisory head, warned, and I nodded.

He had been doing too much for me already, and he never scolds me, He also gave me a lift, to my house, and throughout the ride, all he talked about was how difficult the CEO is to please.

It was scary, but I was ready, to face whatever.