A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 15

Part two

Five years later.

"I heard you might get lecturer of the year with the pace you're heading." Daniel Spear spoke, falling in line with me as I made my way from the lecture hall and towards my office, which was the left way down the staff room.

I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated at his bold proclamation. "I'm just doing my job, Mr Spears," I answered.

"You're doing more than your job. The students love your class, and you have held a record-breaking attendance at the university ever since you came. Let's not forget you broke a record for being the youngest professor this institution ever had. These are more than mere proclamations." he gushed out in awe.

My cheeks were burning at this point. Okay, he was right. I've been at Harvard University lecturing courses in medicine for the past two years and I've secured three awards so far. The first was the youngest professor the University ever had, the second was the most engaging lecturer, and the third was the most outstanding. I've heard that I might take home two awards during the lecturers' and professor award night, which was three months away. The reason was that my course this semester, medicine 101, had a ninety-nine per cent attendance as compared to the other courses, despite it not being so when the old professor took the course.

"You know I'm right," Daniel said as we both stepped into my office. I set down my bag on the mahogany desk, which had assignments and group projects piled up on it.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

His brown eyes rolled. "Say thank you, say I hope so. Anything but the noble 'I'm just doing my job' speech, Zera."

I sough and pulled off my glasses, "Fine, thank you. Are you happy now?"

He grinned and bobbed his head, "Yes I am, a little. So what are your plans for this weekend?" he asked, his brow of interest rising.

"I will be spending time with Zion this weekend." I sat in my chair.

He heaved a dramatic sigh, his eyes dropping. "Ah! My forever competition for your heart and attention."

I glared at him. I couldn't believe he just thought Zion was a competition. "My heart isn't something you have to compete for. You either have it or you don't."

"Well, do I have it?"

"You don't," I replied with a frank tone.

His eyes dropped. "Oh well, that sucks."

He's such a gentleman.

He helped me bring them to my car and once he kept them in; he shut the door and turned to face me.

"Take care of yourself for me, okay?" I bobbed my head. "I may not have a chance with you, but I still care about you. So Tell Zion I said hi."

I nodded, and he kissed my forehead before taking a step back.

I stepped back from him as well and opened the door to my car, got in, and drove off. I navigated through the busy road with only one person in my mind: Zion, my son.

Yes, Zion was what came out of the weekend I spent with Aaron Hart over five years ago.

I found out I was pregnant with a child a few months after the weekend I spent with Aaron Hart. I didn't need to be told twice to know he was the father. He was the only man I had been with within that period and I hadn't been with another man after.

I considered what my options were if I kept the baby. I no longer had a family to rely on, not after the stunt I pulled at Tatiana's wedding and even if I did, I knew getting pregnant out of wedlock would only turn me into their bag of mockery. That was the last thing I wanted. So I stayed off and the only one I told about my baby was Lionel and I made him swear not to tell a single soul about it. With no support coming from my family, I knew it would be a lot harder on me. I was also in my final year at the university and I had to take into consideration the change that would come along with having a child during such a time. I knew the pressure, stress and finances involved in my decision would be acute, but I wanted to keep the pregnancy. Every part of me wanted to keep the baby and I stuck with my decision.