Chapter 74 Babysitting Charl
Lana's POV
My uncles left and I was sitting by myself just taking in all of this. I hope that I have made the right choices. What if I am given the wrong answers in this world? Sighing, I get up from the recliner and I started to pace. I need a break. I should stop thinking about everything and just focus on university and my baby.
There was a knock on the door and I walked over to it and opened it. "Hey, I need a favor," Arden said while he held Charl, who was awake and looking at me. Arden seemed to be in a rush.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Can you look after Charl for a little while, please? I need to take care of something which is a bit urgent. Miranda went out." he basically pleaded with me. His eyes said it.
I looked at Charl. I didn't want to take him, but what if there was something important that needed to be done? "Fine," I said, and I held out my hands for Charl.
"Thank you. I will make it up to you," he said. I took Charl from him. " Here is his bag, everything is in there."
I held Charl in one arm and I took the bag. Arden leaned in towards us but he placed a kiss on the top of Charl's head. He left in a hurry. I wonder what that could be about.
I looked at Charl who had his finger in his mouth and I kicked the door closed behind me. I walked with him towards the sofa and I placed his bag on it. Sighing, I removed his hand, "What are we going to do?" I asked him. Is this going to be what my life will look like? Young me and a baby? I'm not ready at all.
I walked towards the window, opening the curtain. "Look over there," I pointed down below to the street. "There are cars," I said, trying to entertain him, because I didn't know what to do with a baby. I just breathed because I was starting to feel overwhelmed. Why couldn't Miranda just look after him? Why did she have to be out? "Oh, there's a bird," I pointed towards a bird that flew away. His finger was back inside of his mouth.
My phone started to ring and I walk towards the coffee table, getting my phone. It was my mother. I don't know what she wants from me and I contemplate if I should answer it or not. I sure as hell do not want her here to just humiliate me again. So I answer it, placing the phone against my ear.
"Mom," I stated.
"Lana, can we talk?" she asked, but a little hesitantly.
"What is there to talk about? You made your point to the whole world to know that your daughter killed your husband, as if I don't already feel that guilt. Stop humiliating me and stop blaming me for things. I am not the only child that you have. Maybe it was the rest of others that could also have put the stress on dad. Did you ever think about that?" I asked, but my tears were welling up in my eyes.
"Lana, I'm sorry, but I lost your father. I am not in the right frame of mind and it took your aunt to tell me what was happening. I was turning into your grandfather, which I never wanted to ever happen to my kids. I am sorry for how I have treated you-"
"What about the media? I am supposed to be a CEO and I cannot show my face outside of this hotel because I am afraid of being even more humiliated, mom. You caused this damage and if dad was here, he would've fixed things and not allow you to treat me any less than what I deserved and maybe I should've died before you even gave birth to me, maybe I wouldn't be a problem to you or to anyone," I made my voice strong, trying not to shed a tear.
"Do not say such a thing. I love you and I wanted to have you with your dad. I will fix things and I will be seeing a therapist. I love you and I will fix all of this," she said.
"I hope so, starting with the media and tell them to back the hell away from me," I replied.
"I will do that today," she said softly.
"Send my love to the others. I will be going to New York for a little while. Bye, mom," I hung up before she could say anything. I placed the phone back on the coffee table and I felt a bit good the way that I said things to my mom.
Charl was getting fussy and he was tired, so I just paced around in the lounge with him until he fell asleep. I took him to my room and I placed him gently in the middle of the bed, placing pillows on either side of him because I wouldn't want him to roll off the bed. He was fast asleep.
There was a knock on the door and I hurried to open it. As I opened the door, Arden was standing there, looking at me, but then he leaned forward towards me, tilting my chin up and he crashed his lips against mine. Closing my eyes, my heart was beating at a rapid pace, yet I forgot what it felt like to be kissed this way.
His tongue enters my mouth as I part it for air. I walk backwards without breaking the kiss, his hand moves to cup the side of my head. The door slammed closed as my back was pressed against the wall beside the door.
He pulled away only inches as I opened my eyes and our chests were heaving as we caught our breaths. His hand is still cupping the side of my head. I feel his warm breath on my lips. I licked mine, "We can't," I said in between breaths.
"I'm sorry. Please, forgive me," he said softly. I closed my eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine. Charl starts to cry and I feel disappointed.
"He needs you," I whispered. I opened my eyes as Arden pulls away and places a chaste kiss on my forehead before he goes into my room.
I licked my lips again. What the hell am I doing? I'm not supposed to be jumping into something with Arden right now. Yet, it felt good, all those sensations that had woken up inside of me with just that kiss, made me want more...but I have to stop it right here because I need to make sure that I am ready to move forward with baggage and all.
I jumped with fright as there was a knock on the door beside me. Charl calmed down with his crying. I turned to open the door, surprised at who was standing in front of me. "Daniel?"
"Hey, I hope that this is not a bad time," he said with a smile, but then he looked over my shoulder and then his smile fell a bit.
I turned to look over my shoulder and Arden was walking towards the door with Charl in his arms. I looked back at Daniel. He wasn't happy but had a little smile.