Once again, I felt empty.
Was this how it felt when he caught me kissing Leonard?
Was this some kind of revenge?
But I wasn't there, revenge are supposed to be witnessed.
I couldn't believe he would want to get over me so quickly. It broke my heart over and over again.
I heard a knock on my door and seconds later Leonard entered my room. My eyes widened at him but I didn't utter a word.
I wanted to ask him what he was doing here, or yell at him to get out of my room but my lips were glued shut.
"I know I'm not supposed to be here but Clara called me, she was worried about you" I couldn't even find thw strength to be mad at Clara for doing such a thing without my permission. I just looked down at fingers entwined on my laps.
"Eva don't do this to yourself" he took a few more steps and sat by the corner of my bed. Still didn't say a thing.
"You are pregnant and even if you weren't, you shouldn't.. " he abruptly paused and that made me look up at him.
"I shouldn't what?" The sound that came out of my mouth was unfamiliar to me.
He was silent, staring at me. I closed my eyes making tears roll down my cheeks.
"Please stop, I can't bear seeing you cry"
"Then go away"
"I can't do that either" our eyes met and he had a look in his eyes that I couldn't decipher.
The look that sent my heart racing for no reason.
He suddenly climbed into my bed and sat beside me by the headboard. I watched him carefully without objecting, then I leaned and rested my head on his shoulder. His hands instinctively wrapped around me and I closed my eyes giving in to the comfort and not overthinking it instead.
This was wrong but somehow it felt right.
I heard whispers, so my eyes slowly opened and just then I realised I had slept off on Leonard's chest, his hands wrapped around me.
"Oops" I heard Clara's voice.
My face flushed as I slowly got up from his body, hiding my face from him. This was sort of embarrassing. Two days ago, I was slapping him and now I was sleeping on his chest and Clara saw us.
"You must be hungry, your food is ready" I sat properly and when I looked at Clara, I was shocked. She was standing just beside my bed, a table in front of her.
My first thought was, where did the table come from? More so, where the hell did all these food come from?
There on the wide table, was a hamburger, fully iced cake with strawberries on top, chips, tomato sauce, pie, chicken, shawarma, lasagna and orange juice.
My jaw was probably on the floor at the site of that.
"Oh that must be the pizza" Clara suddenly said and rushed out of the door.
"P.. " the words hung in my throat. I turned around and looked at Leonard who was smiling at my expense.
"What is all these?" I asked seriously still in shock.
"Its for you" he simply said
"Me" I turned around again to gawk at the table.
"You love eating so I thought, why not have a varieties of things which you like to choose from" I couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth.
But then again, I couldn't believe It would actually excite me to be surrounded with food.
"Back" Clara announced as she entered the room, "I know you supposed to be eating healthy, but one day won't mess with your health" she smiled widely at me.
I bit my lip trying to hide my smile. This was unbelievably sweet and thoughtful.
"I don't know what to say" I said honestly to Leonard.
"You don't need to say anything, just go ahead" he gestured to the table.
So I sat properly bringing my legs down from the bed so the table was directly in front of me. I smiled at the foods on it, and my stomach also reacted by growling. I looked carefully struggling to decide on which to eat first.
Damn, I never knew choosing what to eat would be this confusing.
"Having a hard time picking?" He moved forward and mimicked my sitting position.
"Yes" I said but then reached out and picked a single strawberry from the cake and sucked it into my mouth.
"Are you going to join me or just sit there and watch me?"
"I'm not hungry"
"You not always hungry, why? is it just with me?" He was silent for a minute before he opened the pizza carton n grabbed a slice. That made me smile. Pizza it is.
I also grabbed a pizza slice and started eating.
"So its beginning to feel like anything we sit together to eat, you want to know something about me" I glanced at me unsure of what to say.
"How about I know something about you"
"What do you want to know?"
"Why did you take this job?" He asked
"The money ofcourse" I simply answered, grabbing the shawarma and taking a bite. I almost moaned as the sweetness hit my taste buds.
"I know, but why? You're so young, probably still supposed to be in college"
"Coming from a young man who is a millionaire" I gave him a hard stare.
"Okay fair enough" he went back to eating his pizza. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. I knew he was trying to get to know me so I sighed and said..
"My father is no more and my mom was sick, I had to find a way to take care of her and my two siblings" my heart squeezed at the thought of my mom. I hadn't called her in a while.
"And she agreed to this?"
"She doesn't know" his eyes visibily widened at me.
"Look if you want to judge me.. "
"I would never do that Eva" he cut me off before I could complete my statement, giving me that look again. Then I remembered hitting him two days ago, the memory hurt me and I had no idea why.
"About the other day in the kitchen" I started but he quickly squeezed my hand on the table, shaking his head.
"It was nothing, I don't remember it" he smiled at me and I bit my lip.
I never believed that Leonard would be capable of smiling for this long.
How time flied. I rubbed my hand on my belly.
"I want to show you something" he said and got up.
"You will see for yourself, I'll leave you to get ready" he said and left me alone.
I didn't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't stop smiling.
After eating as much as I could, Clara stored the remaining food in the refrigerator while I got ready. After getting ready, Leonard drove us over to his house, which only made me ponder on what he wanted to show me.
He led me into the big house which still looked exactly the same way since the first time I step foot into the house. Then he took me upstairs and he halted at a door. He looked at me once as if asking for permission before opening the door. He gestured for me to go in and when I did, my whole body froze and my mouth hung open.
It was a baby room. Very beautifully decorated, mixed cartoon wallpapers, a cute white crib at the centre of the room, a built play section by the corner heaped with all sort of toys, a huge white cabinet by the opposite corner and a long white couch just by the side of the door. I moved in further and turned 360 degrees around admiring everything.
"This is beautiful" my eyes immediately started tearing up.
"I did it myself, I just thought maybe it needs a better decoration than this" I turned around shocked at his words.
"This is perfect" I told him
"Once the baby is born and we know the sex, then we can make necessary changes" I smiled emotionally, caressing my stomach as if mentally communicating that his father has everything planned out for him. Or her.
My smile then faded when I realised that this wasn't right. I was getting too emotionally attached.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.
"Because I wanted you to see it" he said.
"No" I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"I'm not supposed to be emotionally attached to this baby, to all this"
"What if I want you to" he said and moved close till he was in front of me.
He reached forward and held my palm in his, sending shivers through my body.
"I.. " he paused and I waited for him to complete his statement but he never did, leaving my mind suspense filled.
Our eyes remained fixed on eachother, not a word said but hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind.
Then it happened, he looked at my lips, and I knew what was going to happen next if I didn't do anything to stop it.
"Leonard" I backed away a little disconnecting our hands.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away" he shoved his hands into his pocket, "I promise I won't try to kiss you again" he said and I thought I would be relieved to hear that but i wasn't. That assurance was actually not what I wanted.
"Not until you let me" he added, sending my heart racing.
What did he mean by that?.
Team Kelvin or Team Leonard?