Eleven months later.
I opened the door to her room and it’s like she knew I was coming.
“Momma” she was up in her cot smiling at me as I walked in. Her arms were stretched out to me.
My heart leaps for joy every time she calls me that. She just started speaking a few weeks ago and ‘Momma’ was the first word that came out of her mouth. I was so happy and proud of her.
I walked towards her cot and picked her up.
“Happy Birthday Ivy” I said to her “You’re a year today”.
She giggled like she understood what I said.
Ivy was the child I adopted. She was a month old that time. Apparently her biological mother kept her a secret from her biological father. Well, that’s what the nurses said but no one knows what really happened.
That’s in the past. Now, Ivy belongs to me. I love her more every single day and I wouldn’t stop loving her cause she’s just so darn cute. She’s got a dimple on her left cheek, probably hereditary.
Today is her day. I’m gonna make it special for her.
At the same time somewhere else…
What was taking him so long?
Bea’s attorney asked to see me today. I have no idea why. Two months ago I’d expected him to call me when I became a widower but he didn’t, and today of all days, he asked to see me.
“Sir, Mr. Smith is here” my assistant’s voice blared out of the phone.
“Let him in Claire” I said.
My assistant opened the door and Jack Smith followed behind. I stood up as he made his way towards my desk. I stretched my hand.
“Jack” I said as he took my hand.
“Thank you for taking the time to see me” he said.
“No problem. Have your seat” I said.
I sat after he did.
“I was surprised when you called to set up a meeting” I told him honestly.
“Well it is very important” he said.
“Why today?” I asked him.
“That is for you to find out” he said. He opened his briefcase and brought out an envelope.
He looked at me while adjusting his glasses.
“Your late wife Mrs Beatrice Thompson specifically told me to give this to you today. The twenty-fifth January. She said I wasn’t suppose to give you a day earlier or later.” He said.
I wondered why.
My brows knitted as I stretched to take the envelope. I stared at the envelope in my hand.
“You don’t happen to know why?” I asked.
“Not a clue. My job is to deliver and not find out”.
“I’ll take my leave” he picked up his briefcase and got up.
I got up as well and shook his hand.
“Thank you Jack” I said.
“Just doing my job Mr. Thompson” he said and left.
My gaze shifted from the closed door to the envelope on my desk. I finally sat down after a couple of minutes. I picked the envelope and tore it open.
I had to satisfy my curiosity, but I was also scared of what I might find inside.
I pulled out a piece of neatly folded paper and placed the envelope on the desk. I slowly unfolded the paper.
It had to be now or never.
I sighed when I noticed Bea’s writing on the paper.
If you’re reading this letter then I’m no longer with you. Even though there was no love in our arranged marriage I still cared about you. You know that right?
Yeah, you had a really weird way of showing it. I thought
I’m very sorry for what you’re about to find out. But know that it is the truth and I kept it away from you for selfish reasons.
Two weeks before I told you I was going to see my mum, I found out that I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you or what your reaction would be like.
What the heck? You could have simply said “Ceaser we’re having a baby” I thought. I sighed and continued.
I didn’t know if you wanted a child…
Of course I did.
…or if you were ready for one. So I lied and ran away. I carried the child and hid in a place where I knew you’d never think of looking for me.
I finally gave birth to a baby girl, my princess, our princess. You found me on the twenty-sixth of February, a month after I had given birth. When you found me, I was back to my old self, so you didn’t notice my excess weight. You couldn’t tell I just had a child. No one could.
I’ve kept this secret since then and I knew I’d have to tell you someday. But now that I have cancer, I fear I might not be able to tell you in person.
She probably wrote this later when we found out she had cancer, that was middle of September – seven months after we found her. She died one month later which was two months ago.
I decided to write a letter to you because I didn’t want to spend my last days with you hating me.
We have a child Ceaser, and she’s soo beautiful. I just have one month left. The reason I told Jack to give this letter to you today is because our princess is one today.
I hope you forgive me for not telling you sooner. I wish I had. We could’ve been with her together. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please forgive me Ceaser. Please…
I sighed heavily. I was in shock. No! Shock was an under-understatement.
This just blew me like a bomb.
Why the heck did she do this to me, to our child…to us?
Well its done. I can’t change anything. All I can do is look for my daughter, by all means.
I picked up my phone from the table and dialled John. He answered on the third ring.
“I need you to look for someone for me John” I told him.
“Do you have a clue to where he or she might be?” He asked.
“No” I said.
“Any family or relative?” He asked.
“I’m the only family she has” I said.
“Ok” he sighed “Hmmm, do you have anything that can give me a lead?”
“The only lead died two months ago” I said in frustration.
“Okay. So what do you know about this girl…or woman?” He asked clearly hopeless.
“Today’s her first birthday…and she’s my daughter”.
The only thing I now hated work for was cause I had to leave Ivy in the children’s department of the building. I wanted her to be with me all the time, but I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy. I thought as I rode the elevator up with Ivy in my hands. The elevator dinged open then I got out and walked into the lobby.
“Where’s Miranda?” I asked Sofia – Miranda’s assistant
“With the other kids” she said, then she noticed Ivy “Is that her?” She asked
I smiled and nodded.
Her face softened, she had this she’s-soo-adorable look on her face.
“She’s soo cute”.
“I know. I haven’t gotten over it too” I told her.
“Can I hold her?” She asked.
I gave Ivy to Sofia who went willingly smiling adorably at Sofia. I left them in search of Miranda.
Miranda and Sofia are my friends. They knew about the adoption and everything else. They were kinda they ones who pushed me into adopting. So they’re like godmothers to Ivy and they run the daycare. That’s just what makes it easier for me to leave Ivy here. Knowing that Miranda and Sofia will be here with her.
I saw Miranda with other kids. She looked so happy. Miranda loves children but when we tell her to have hers, she just freaks out.
“Jules” she called when she saw me “Where is she?”
“With Sofia” I said and before I knew it, she ran to where Sofia and Ivy were. I followed.
“…so adorable” I heard her say “Hi Ivy” she was talking like a cartoon character “I’m your godmother. Miranda”.
Ivy smiled “Miwanda”.
“Ah, she said my name” Miranda screeched.
“Okay. I’m gonna leave you guys. I’ll be back during lunch break” I said. I went to kiss Ivy “Bye pretty. Momma will see you later.”
“Momma” she said like she was still surprised she had a mum. I left Ivy with my friends still drooling over her.
I got into the elevator and punched the number to my floor. I sighed. First day at work with Ivy. I hope it goes well.
I was beginning to get impatient. I haven’t been able to focus since the day I found out I had a daughter.
What if she was out there suffering?
I hadn’t heard from John since then. I wondered if he had found anything on my daughter. I sighed.
“Sir? Mr. Lobos is here to see you” Claire’s voice filled my office.
“Let him in” I said.
“Yes sir” she said.
John walked into my office few seconds later.
“John” I got up when he entered “Tell me you have something. You’ve kept me waiting for a week”
“Actually, I have enough” he sat down.
“Okay. Good” I sighed inwardly.
“Okay. So I asked around and your late wife gave her up for adoption and almost a year ago she was adopted by a woman named Jules Jenna. 25 years old, works at ‘Freddie and Co.’ Lives alone, parents…”
“That’s all I need to know John. Do you have her address?” I said.
“Of course” he said and wrote it down. “Sir what exactly do you plan on doing?”
“I’ll go to her house and demand for my child” I said bluntly.
“I don’t think you should do that. She has full right and custody of the child. Even if you were the child’s biological father it wouldn’t matter in court if you press charges which is where this case might end up. And she’ll definitely win the case over and over again.”
I thought about it for a while.
“So I should play it cool”.
And just like that, the perfect plan hit me.
I was gonna get close to her. I’ll gain her trust, get my child and end everything with her.
It’s as easy as that.
I smiled inwardly.
This is gonna be fun…
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Jane Catherine Lanett is a first year engineering student in SHUATS, Allahabad. She dreams and makes up stories of hot American/British/Greek/Italian guys.
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