Eighteen


    Since the talk with Sydney I''ve been spacing out a lot even when I''m talking to Harry.


    "I can''t believe you''re now keeping secrets from me B. Yeah I respect there yours to keep but what


    happened to telling each other everything?" Harry starts his daily rants. I roll my eyes.


    "I''ve told you Harry, I can''t tell you and for a record I''m not entitled to tell you every goddamn thing.


    Just let it be." I made a promise to Sydney and I can''t break it. He made me swear to never tell this


    even to Harry. Besides telling him would also be risking his life. I can''t do that to him.


    "You''ve not been yourself these past week since you left with that Kings man." I startughing.


    Harry doesn''t like Sydney and has been calling him all sorts of names thate to his mind. "Just


    tell me what happened. I don''t trust him."


    I take a ss of water and take arge gulp. This talk and not telling Harry leaves me feeling tired


    and exasperated. "You never told me about Amelia for two years." I give him a pointed re which


    he only rolls his eyes.


    "You''ll tell me when you want to. I need to go to the studio." I only nod knowing he''s irritated. Well,


    that makes the two of us.


    "Don''t forget my shoot in two days." I wanted a pregnancy shoot. Harry suggested it to me and I


    loved the idea. Actually I set the day that was his birthday so Amelia and some friends could get


    time to organize his surprise party.


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    Harry mutters a yes and heads out leaving me to my thoughts. I unconsciously start rubbing my


    now showing belly in a soothing manner until I feel some slight movement making me stop. The


    baby just moved! I''ve been waiting for this since I epted my baby and to say that I''m happy is an


    understatement.


    My excitement dims a little when I think of how Sydney would react but I forcefully steer my mind


    from him and concentrate on my baby. A few minutester I think about Sydney''s offer. epting


    will mean that my baby gets aplete family. But I remember Sydney said for a year. I can''t leave


    my baby behind. Sydney will want to get married to someone else probably and I just can''t tolerate


    the idea of someone else raising my baby. What if he raises him to seed his mafia title?


    What will my baby think of me? Sydney is a busy man. Will my baby even get the love it deserves?


    Will it''s step mom treat it with care and love? I totally doubt it. All my life I wondered why my parents


    hated me. Why my mom left only to die from cocaine overdose leaving me with a ruthless father


    who despised me. When I found out they weren''t my parents I felt very relieved but the ''what if''


    questions started.


    What if I was raised my my real mum, would I have turned out differently? Maybe a snob?


    Would I be with more friends? The questions became unbearable until I willed them to stop. At least


    with this life I got to witness the struggles people endure each day. I got to experience so many


    difficulties and I proudly endured them. Heck! I even dated a criminal. I got to have Harry in my life.


    So no. I won''t leave my baby behind. For my baby, Sydney has to decide.


    Me: We need to talk. Meet in the coffee shop we once went to.


    I text Sydney using his words making me grin. This time, I make the rules.


    I look at the mirror for thest time. I''m dressed in a red sundress and ck boots. My hair is tied in


    a high ponytail and my face void of any makeup apart from the red lipgloss. I pick up my ck


    purse and decide to walk to the coffee shop which is around the corner.


    Ensuring the door is securely locked, I turn around ready to leave but almost knock into someone. I


    notice it''s only Sydney with an amused face as I ce a hand on my heart.


    "If you wanted me dead you could have just shot me with a sniper." I sneer at him. He starts


    laughing infuriating me even further.


    "Hello to you too Ms Styles." He says in a yful tone. Why is he so happy? He looks so stress-free


    and his face is lit making him look so handsome and drool worthy even though I do admit his


    serious face makes him look so hot. I sigh. WHAT AM I THINKING?


    I start walking without sparing him a nce. I feel my cheeks heated up but I try so hard not to think


    about that. Sydney walks by my side silently.


    "I''ll take you to the next appointment." He suddenly states. I halt in my walk and look at his back. He


    continues walking for a few steps before he turns to look at me with a grin. Damn! Will my baby


    please look like him? I now want a boy. I roll my eyes at my thought.


    "No." His face masks with confusion and I groan. "You can''t just decide out of the blue to take me


    somewhere especially to my appointments, Sydney."


    "I know." I raise my eyebrow. "But I''ll still take you." This. Man. Is. Infuriating. All he has to do is ask


    but his damn huge ego doesn''t know that. I wouldn''t mind himing with me since he has the


    right to. I don''t respond and continue walking into the almost empty coffee shop.


    Sydney orders ck coffee as I order a milkshake. We drink in silence until Sydney decides to


    break it. "I can''t wait forever Isabe.".


    I re at him. "That''s the point of me calling you." I take a sip of my milkshake. Sydney is almost


    done with his coffee. Watching him take a sip is one of the most erotic things I''ve seen. I shake my


    head as I lowly groan while my cheeks heat. Is this how horny a pregnant woman can get? How


    does drinking coffeee to this?


    I lift my head ande face to face with an amused Sydney. The temperature in my body gets


    higher and now I''m sure I look like a real tomato. I clear my throat and straighten myself.


    "I''ll ept." Sydney visibly rxes and I wonder if I''m one of the only people he openly shows his


    feelings. Does he trust me that much. The Sydney I met thirteen weeks ago is so different to this


    Sydney.


    "I know this is a risky and a very big discission for you and... " He starts but I hold up my hand.


    "I''m not done yet." He nods for me to go on. "I have my conditions for this." Sydney raises his


    perfect eyebrow at this and I give him a challenging look. He nods again.


    "I''m doing this for my baby. You have to know that." He nods again and I inwardly smile. "Neither I


    nor the baby should have any ess to your dangerous world. I know when I ept this deal that


    means risking my baby''s life and mine. I need assurance that we''ll be safe. I''m not epting this to


    be a trophy wife so after the birth of the baby, I''m going back to work." Sydney has his serious look


    and I fight the urge to admire him and look straight into his stormy eyes.


    "Lastly." I pause for dramatic effect and Sydney''s eyebrows furrow with impatience. I inwardly smirk.


    "The baby needs to grow up in a functional family. So if you agree to this, you''re in for a long-term


    marriage."


    I let the information digest for a minute. "So Sydney, are you in forever or never?"