Chapter 55 Biological Parents

Chapter 55 Biological Parents
  Maya
  When I regained consciousness and saw two familiar faces next to my bed, I felt relieved.
  And slightly disappointed.
  I was confused. Yeah, I didn’t want him here, but I still didn’t like the idea that he’d left. I thought he’d stay. Fight for me?
  “Are you sure you’re good?” Shay asked.
  I gave her a forced smile and a small nod.
  “I’ll go get you something, okay? Maria would be here.”
  I nodded again and watched as she and her girlfriend shared a look before Shay walked out.
  A small sigh escaped me.
  “Nowhere hurts?” Maria asked.
  I glanced at her.
  “Is my baby fine?” That was all I cared about at the moment. I needed to know my baby was okay.
  Her expression fell slightly.
  “Well, we’re yet to see the doctor. He might have come around before when…” she trailed off, shifting uncomfortably.
  “What?” I asked and she shook her head.
  “Nothing. I’m sure your baby is fine,” she said reassuringly.
  I watched her face before pursing my lips.
  “Y’all met him,” I stated. It was quite obvious from her reaction that they’d infact met.
  She sighed, running her fingers through the strands of my hair.
  “Yeah. Shay sent him away. She was pissed.” She exhaled softly. “He looked sorry,” she added quietly.
  My heart squeezed painfully.
  “He’s not,” I muttered, more to convince myself than anything else.
  Maria sighed. “Do you perhaps think there might have been a reason he did what he did?”
  I stared at her. “What are you saying?”
  She forced a smile and shook her head. “Nothing.”
  I fell silent and against my will, her words settled in my mind.
  It was all what I’d been thinking about for the past two—three months. If there had been a reason for what he did.
  He wasn’t someone who acted rashly or impulsively.
  But then again, the same boy had made high school hell for me.
  I had zero reasons to trust him. To believe him.
  But I did. I fucking did.
  And him suddenly showing up after ending his contract with his agency and calling off the wedding was… fast.
  How had he even found me?
  Maria didn’t say anything else until Shay returned with food. She excused herself shortly after—she had to get back to work.
  “Did he say why he was here?” I asked Shay quietly as I fiddled with the food.
  “I got in touch with one of the nurses. She said you’re fine and your baby is too,” Shay said, putting out her own food.
  I sighed.
  “Shay,” I muttered.
  She glanced at me from over her shoulder.
  “I didn’t ask. Didn’t want to know,” she said dryly and I pressed my lips together.
  She exhaled before turning around fully.
  “You still love him,” she pointed out.
  I shook my head a little too quickly.
  “I don’t.”
  “Maya,” she murmured, returning to my bedside. “You still love him and you’re carrying his baby. It’s okay to not quickly move on from someone you loved with everything.”
  My lips trembled slightly, and I bit down on them.
  “I never loved him,” I said defensively.
  She stared at me with sympathy, rubbing my shoulders.
  “It’s okay to talk about it. Talk about what you shared… what you hoped for.”
  That was the last straw. The final thing she had to say before I started bawling.
  “Seeing him hurts,” I sobbed.
  Shay pulled me into a hug, stroking my back.
  “It gets better, trust me.”
  It doesn’t. It fucking doesn’t.
  ••••
  I was discharged the next day after the doctor insisted I stay under observation for any complications. When none appeared, I was allowed to go home.
  Which Shay didn’t allow.
  She insisted I stay with them until she felt I was better.
  But I knew the real reason and it had something to do with a certain green-eyed, blond man.
  “I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” I said.
  Shay rolled her eyes as I walked into their apartment. Maria had cleaned the place up nicely.
  I’d stayed with them the first few weeks after arriving here before I rented an apartment farther down the road.
  They’d been the nicest. More like family.
  Speaking of family…
  My parents—or so I thought—hadn’t bothered searching for me.
  I’d know if they were. And they weren’t.
  Which was fine by me even though it hurts slightly.
  But I was better off.
  “You’re not being an inconvenience,” Maria chirped.
  I smiled at her as I sat on the couch, rubbing my hands together.
  “I’ll take this to the guest room,” Shay said, gesturing to the bag she was holding.
  We’d stopped by my apartment to pick up a few things before coming here.
  “Do you have to call your bosses? Ask for leave?” Maria asked, handing me a glass of water.
  I took it, lowering my eyes.
  “Boss,” I corrected.
  A flicker of surprise crossed her face.
  “Yup. I lost my other job.” I took a sip of water.
  That was where I ran into Liam.
  “Why? What happened?”
  “Went in late.” I shrugged.
  Maria frowned.
  “Just this one time? And he kicked you out?” she asked, her voice rising a notch as she put her hands on her waist.
  I smiled up at her. She looked pretty when she was annoyed, but she didn’t need to get worked up on my behalf.
  “It’s okay, really. I needed a new job anyway.” Lie. A complete lie.
  I had no idea where to find another job or how I’d survive on just one income.
  “Did he at least pay you?” she asked.
  I pressed my lips together, debating whether to tell her or not and luckily, Shay walked back in at that moment.
  “Hey. You should get some rest,” she said.
  I nodded, handing the glass back to Maria before standing and following Shay back to the room.
  “If you need anything, let us know,” she added.
  I gave her a smile—one of the most genuine ones since everything happened.
  She returned it before stepping out and shutting the door behind her.
  I sat on the bed and my phone chimed a second later.
  I pulled it out of my bag and stared at the screen.
  It was a text from a number I didn’t recognize.
  And it was saying something —about my parents.
  My biological parents.