"You nosy buttinsky!"Kiersey looked up from where she was flipping pancakes to see that Autumn had Peyton in a loose headlock and both girls were giggling nonstop."Shut up, you shrew. I knew you liked him!" Peyton exclaimed, still stuffed with giggles. "Let go of me, lover girl," she croaked further."Gimme my phone first," Autumn insisted. "And shut up, I don't even like him like that." The girl tried to frown and look serious, but the giggles still burst through.Kiersey smiled as she dropped the done pancakes into the dish bowl and poured more batter into the pan. "Okay, who likes who?" she asked.Peyton broke free of her friend's grasp with one strong thrust, almost getting a head rush. "Autumn likes Quentin!"Kiersey frowned as she mixed more batter. "Do I know who that is?""No," said Autumn, at the same time snatching the phone from her friend's hand and catching her completely off guard."Hey!" Peyton made no move to reclaim it. "I already saw it anyways. You soo like him."
Baby's DaddyCopyright © 2020—2021 by InamorataFeelsAll rights reserved.This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Except as permitted by the author, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.Blurb:Kiersey had her life going great for her, in fact, it was supposed to have been getting better. After two unsuccessful artificial inseminations, she and her high-handed husband were finally going to have a baby.But then a mix-up at the clinic p
Kiersey Lips tucked her hands into the hollow of her thighs to hide the slight tremor rippling through her skin. Her normally radiant face was pinched tight with worry as she waited for the clinic workers to see them.Rocco, her stout husband shifted uncomfortably on the plush leather reception seats beside her. "You'd think they'd answer us immediately after making all that racket about an emergency over the phone," he said in a barely concealed voice. Rocco had patience the span of a fireworks's lifecycle. He glanced at his wife and frowned. "Kiersey, stop fidgeting."Obediently, Kiersey removed her hands from between her thighs and bunched them into fists beside her to calm the involuntary shaking. She raised her head to give Rocco a slight smile. He still had his annoyed frown on his face and she wished they would be called in sooner. It wasn't a good thing for Rocco to be annoyed for a long stretch of time. Especia
Rocco burst into laughter. The audience in the room were confused at his reaction and cast worried glances among themselves.Kiersey didn't even notice her husband's reaction. It was like a loud bell had gone off in her skull at the news, it brought agony and pain and blocked out every other sound in the room. Her mouth dropped open like a parched fish and she looked down at the little bump of her stomach."No." That single, monosyllabic word carried so much pain and horror in it, it captivated the attention of every other person in the room. Rocco even stopped laughing to cast her a worried glance."You've got to be joking," Rocco said, glaring from one hospital staff to another.The woman in pink shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Dr Lips—""Oh, please, save it." Rocco pushed up from his chair, filling the room with the sound of wood scraping against tiles. "How coul
"And that's it for today, class. You can start your assignments while you wait for the bell." Kiersey dropped the marker and walked out of the classroom.Two girls appeared at her sides as she stepped into the hallway. One was a leggy white girl with chocolate wine hair and black eyes. She might only be sixteen and a sophomore, but she had the reasoning of an adult ten years older. She was Kiersey's favourite student in the eleventh grade Economics class.The other one was shorter and curvier and had hair of a lighter shade of red. A black American girl with the mirthand lively bubble of a Santa. She was also on the list of Kiersey's favourite students."Are you okay, Mrs Lips?" The leggy girl asked, placing a hand on her arm."Yeah, yeah, I'm good, Peyton." She produced a smile to dispel their worries."You seemed a little off in class this afternoon," the other
Kiersey.I'm writing to let you know that I've left. I've had enough time to think this over and I've decided I can't do this. I can't stomach the idea of fathering another person's child. I'm not going to raise a bastard. And why should I wait for us to have another baby when I could easily have one just as soon?I'm going back to Sienna. She came back to me in January, just so you know. I turned her away, but now that your baby isn't mine, oh well . . .I would probably have waited for you to be back from work but Sienna is impatient, we're flying out in a few minutes. Besides, knowing you, your crying theatrics would only make me more late.Oh, and, I left your copy of the divorce papers on the dining table. Sign them and mail to the address on the form.Don't look for me, Kiersey. I'm never coming back.Best of luck,Rocco Lips.Hot tears casca
Kiersey rummaged through her clutch purse and finally came up with the Vix inhaler. She dabbed the little container of liquid on her little handkerchief and plugged a deep breath down her nostrils. The fresh heady mint smell filled her head and lungs, filtering out every other smell.Kiersey found herself smiling like an addict inhaling drugs as she pulled in the next minty fresh breath.Her nausea had started up again just this morning and after she'd thrown up her pancakes breakfast outside the hospital today, a pregnant stranger had advised her to get a Vix inhaler.God bless that woman.Tucking the Vix and the handkerchief back into her purse, she sat straighter and breathed in minted air. A redhead teenage girl and her mother came to seat beside her and she nodded her head in greeting. The two looked distraught and Kiersey wondered what could have brought them to this part of the h
"What is it this time?" she questioned in a squeaky voice. She could feel her tear ducts getting busy already."Mrs Lips, you must understand—""That you guys are a bunch of careless, useless crap? Just tell me what you've done wrong this time. Let me guess, there was a mix-up in the name?"The woman winced and gulped visibly, darting her brown eyes around the room, as if she felt Kiersey would attack her any minute and was searching for any form of defence."What is it?" Kiersey screamed, standing up from the chair. The woman's fidgety ways and expression was greatly pissing her off. If she kept on delaying the news anymore, she might just jump over the desk and scratch her eyes out.The elderly woman blinked and swallowed again. She wouldn't take her eyes off the sheet of paper. "The reason there was a mix-up was because the sperm sample had been tagged for discarding. We did a recent