A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 16

The next hard thing to do after I kept the baby was to contact Aaron Hart and tell him how the weekend we spent together had become a little more than we expected. Yes, I didn't want to see him again because I had made a promise to never contact him, but the child growing in me was more than any promise I had made. I had to put myself and my feelings aside and consider only what was best for my baby and so I reached out. I found the card Aaron had given me on the last day we saw each other and I dialled his number, but when the call was picked up, I heard a feminine voice at the end of the line. I remember her asking me to hold on before yelling 'baby, someone is on the phone asking for you.'

Once again, my heart broke in my chest and I just couldn't go on. I know it was very selfish of me, but I did what I thought was right. He must have found the one he couldn't live without, his soul mate. I didn't know if tossing a child into the midst of that was very wise.

What if he found out about the baby and didn't want it? What if he did and wanted to raise him with his new woman, cutting me out of the picture? These thoughts flew through my head and I ended the call before I could hear his voice. I remember coiling into a ball in bed and crying myself to sleep that night.

My baby deserved to have a father, but I couldn't give him that. So I try to make up for him every day by being with him when he needed me and providing as much as I could. Diya stuck with me through the pregnancy and the stress, and her family became the family I didn't have. They supported me with my decision and also made provisions which they believed I needed. Luckily for me, Zion came as a happy child, healthy too, and I'm grateful to call him mine every day.

Godiya's family had been involved from the very first day he was born and they still were. While I graduated and went on to attain my master's degree, they stuck by me. There were some days Godiya's father, Mr Wawi Carter, would pick Zion up after school and on others, Mrs Laruba Carter would pick him up and other days Godiya would. All these they did to ease the stress that came along with being a single mother trying to further and better her life. I would always be grateful for all they did for me and my son.

Zion's hair was blonde just like mine, but he had hazel eyes and a cute dimple just like Aaron. He also had his smile and the little magical flicker that Aaron always had when he was fascinated or excited.

He was a happy child and so far had brought nothing but joy into my life. He was more than I could ever ask for and the comforter I needed most days. If I had the chance to go back, I'd choose him all over again.

I stopped at the daycare car park, turned off the car and got down. I hurried into the classroom, where he was seated and waiting for me on the left side of the room with his bag and lunch box packed.

Mrs Loretta Bigg, his class teacher, saw and offered a smile, which I returned immediately. I scooted to hug him and he wrapped his arms around my neck like he usually did every time I came to pick him up.

"Good too. How's he coping though in class?" I asked, a little curious.

"He's better now."

My heart warmed up to hear it. Three weeks ago was Father's day celebration in the class and the kids celebrated for the day from what I heard, a majority of the fathers turned up and Zion was the one whose father didn't and neither did he have any male figure to represent him.

Lionel, despite being his uncle, played the role of his father last year during Father's day, but he overdosed six months ago after staying clean for three years. We thought we lost him, but good things we didn't. He had been in rehab ever since with the hope of once again getting clean. His absence was hard on everyone, especially Zion...