Baby (open rp)
Evan Wright’s POV
“I want to have a baby with you.”
Coffee nearly spit and chocking over an outrageous statement from the woman across with my brows remained frown till the cup reaches the table, not able to grasp of what has been suggested and readjust my posture in order to give an appropriate response if there is even one.
My dried lips eventually part and questions rush through my brain but only one takes priority. “Does your husband know?”
Melissa Perry’s POV
Staring long into his brown eyes and eventually down at our coffee cups, I ask both of us a fairly logical question. “Does it matter?”
Under normal circumstance, it would matter to most people but I am not most people. “We’re separated.” The mere raise of his brows suggests further explanation as I lean forward to wrap the cup around my cold fingers, “It’s not divorce but we are getting there.”
Heavenly bittersweet liquid down my throat and begin to warm me up from the inside, not that it would last. Eyes glancing around the quiet café where we’re once regular doesn’t seem to have changed so much, but what about the man across me? Is six years too long? Is he still the same person I know? Am I the same woman he used to love?
Evan’s POV
One phone call out of a blue and expectations of my consent sound ridiculous yet I don’t sense a NO fleeing out of my almost quivering lips, instead endless why that has been bothering me for years being to surface. Knowing I would not get an answer out of her easily but I deserve a reason, now and then.
Do we leave now, fuck in some cheap motel then hope for the best? Instead of yelling it straight to her face, her beautiful face which I’ve fallen years ago, like many men have. My eyes stare hard at her, trying to read her but I wouldn’t have ended up where I was if I possess such ability.
“Why?” The single word comes out weak and hopeless like a lovesick puppy begging for affection. Was it easy? Did she ever think of me? How could she do that to someone who said to love? Had she Loved me at all? “Why did you just suddenly marry someone else?”
Melissa’s POV
I feel it, not precisely sure what “it” really is nonetheless, I feel something. There’s something flowing in the air, between my fingers as I squeeze the mug in my hands tighter as if holding onto whatever it is (hope?) that I’m trying desperately not to lose.
Tonight is a cool one, typical of winter. I shiver. I see my reflection from the window as well as the people walking by. Rushing wherever they wish to be on a Friday night, my eyes take a moment before settling back on Evan. His questions, the expected big why hanging over his head possibly every single day for the past years.
Teeth grinding at the old words of wisdom- “where do I begin? The truth, always go with the truth”. For it is definitely not my case, do I tell him my name isn’t actually Nicole Grady; is he keen to know my dozen of aliases or the fact that I’ve married and divorced four times by now? That he’s a distraction gone terribly wrong that my parents nearly end him? Or should I start with the long family history of being in the conartist business way back to my great great great grandfather? Would his doubts, anger and curiosity then be sufficed?
What kind of answers could I provide him that wouldn’t lead to further questions? But most importantly, why am I here? Why do I even bother to contact him while knowing damn well it would lead to this? Why couldn’t I have stayed put and watch him from afar like the last 6 years?
Putting on a game face, living a double lives (triple at times) and constantly moving from one place to another with a haunting past upon my back suddenly all seem less intimidating in front of the man I’m attempting to convince. Have I expected him to come onboard? Yes. Do I think it’s going to be easy? No.
Go with the truth, let’s try that since it doesn’t suggest which part of truth to go with. “I could only bare one child and I don’t want a high risk pregnancy.” Leaning forward to lower the mug and intertwine my hands on the coffee table, I feel his eyes peering straight through me. “I want to have a baby with you, no one else.”
Evan’s POV
“I want to have a baby with you, no one else.”
Her words are like venom, so fatal, deadly and life threatening yet I oddly feel butterflies in my stomach as complex emotions are mingled. There are so much more to ask but I don’t seem to have the heart to demand answers and the fear of her vanishing from the world creeps in, my hand immediately reach out to hers. Without a word of explanation, questions unanswered; I’m lost in thought, lost in her; so lost that not another sound could reach into my ears, so lost that my heart remains trapped and captured in one place which I have no intention to escape or perhaps it’s never set free.
“Let’s go then.” That’s all I’d manage to reply, interrogation of mine has now turned into my own imprisonment. But deep down, it’s now or never. If we don’t leave this instant, I may not have the courage to pick up my phone or convince myself for another meet up.
Melissa’s POV
The shake of my head isn’t something I wish to be doing, yet answering firstly with some kind of silent gesture prior to opening my mouth and having an emotional pit of excuses lapse seems like the smarter option. Is it a blessing in disguise that this has happened now rather than later? Possibly. Does it make it hurt any less? I’m not quite sure because I don’t know exactly what I should be feeling. The past is the past as everyone and storybooks say but it seems that this ‘past’ I’m caught up and involved in just causes trouble for me.
Breath short and cheeks still flushed; it’s hard to not wince at his simplistic gesture of moving hair from my eyes as someone who comes across as caring which beats me up a little on the inside. Perhaps all this time I was the one taking him for granted and just couldn’t bring my stubborn self to see it.
Evan’s POV
Unable to determine the flood of emotions rushing through me, I take a deep breath and tighten my grip.
WHY on earth is she now shaking her head?
WHAT exactly does she want with me?
Is this some kind of sick joke or game? Is Sox years not long enough to taunt a guy?
“It’s now or never, Nic, so do you want to go or not?”
Last chance, last straw. Now or never. This maybe the biggest mistake but I’ve already been through hell because of this woman, how bad could it get?
Melissa Perry’s POV
“It’s now or never”
His ultimatum rings faintly over the noise in the cafe as my eyes dart back and forth onto the same black Mercedes that’s been circling round the same block for over 20 minutes.
“Here.” Sliding a key card across the coffee table, I mumble a few words to make sure he wouldn’t miss the room number as it’s the day of our anniversary. “I am being followed, meet me there in 30 minutes next time I contact you.”
