Chapter Nineteen…

Chapter 19: Lovesick.

Nice cover, huh?

The lunch date with Darius was canceled due to unforeseen circumstances (morning, noon, and afternoon sickness). Therefore, a late dinner was arranged at the local bistro.

Darius pulled up in a swanky sports car.

Thirty-five minutes later, they sat down to a nice meal. Well, Lila’s was nice, Darius only ate a piece of pie. Go figure; maybe he’d already eaten before picking her up.

“You never told me why you were in Twinbrook in September,” Lila mentioned.

“Just to watch the game.”

“You travelled all the way to Twinbrook to watch a football game?” She took a bite of her beef strips, eyeing him with slight suspicion.

“I’m a big fan of the Llamas. What else can I say?”


“So Nick Moore is the famous ex-boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“Riverview is a small town with big mouths,” he replied. “Besides, it was easy to see who you were rooting for the most during the Twinbrook game.”

“True,” she muttered. “So where’s your daughter?”

“My sister’s watching her,” he said.

“Are you divorced?” she asked.

“No. Never married. Kayla’s mother was—a little nuts. One day she just gave Kayla to me and didn’t look back. Her boyfriends were more important to her than her daughter.”

“I’m sorry,” Lila said.

“Don’t worry about it. Shit happens; and at least I have my daughter.”

Lila nodded; then put down her fork. The familiar beginnings of nausea were emerging. Ironically, for the first few months she hadn’t gotten sick. Now it struck her with a vengeance.

“Darius, I don’t feel too good. I think I’m going to throw up.”

Darius jumped to his feet. Then he helped Lila to his car.

“I’m afraid to get in your car. I don’t want to puke in it,” she fretted.

“Well, do you want to throw up right here at the curb?” he asked, rubbing her back.

“Uh, no. Just—just take me home. I think I’ll be okay until we get there.”

Back at the house, Lila bolted from the sports car.

“Thanks Darius—I had a great time—can’t wait to see you again sometime—bye.”

Her cap fell off somewhere between Darius’ car and 59th. Street.

After sprinting into the bathroom, Lila dove onto her hands and knees. Her head inside the toilet, she threw up… and threw up… and threw up… again and again and again.

God! I’m being punished for being a home-wrecker! But I’m NOT a home-wrecker! Then I’m being punished for something horrible I’ve done! What did I do to deserve this misery?!

Lila threw up until dawn. After dawn, she threw up s’more.

Darius never left. He’d followed Lila into the home and waited up all night.

How sweet. But the look on his face seemed far from sweet.

“Lila? Are you okay in there?” Roger asked, tapping on the door.

“No! I need to go to the hospital!” she wailed.

Ohhhhhhhh,” she groaned, holding her stomach. “Hurry up!”

“I’m driving as fast as I can,” Darius snapped.

“Okay,” he said. “We’re here.”

“Thank God. Oh, no,” she muttered.

“What’s wrong now?”



“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry about your new car!” she cried.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Fancy seeing you here, Lila Elle Harris!” Dr. Clopper announced. He was her mother’s obstetrician as well.

“Hi Dr. Clopper,” she said. “I’ve been throwing up all night and this morning.”

He handed over a capsule. (lol)

“Here is some medication for the nausea,” he said.

Its size put the term ‘horse pill’ to shame.

“My God,” she gasped.

“Are you crazy? I’m not swallowing that thing!”

“Hmmph. Suit yourself. Now have a seat on the gurney. I’ll have the nurse do an IV to give you fluids, then we’ll do an ultrasound. Anti-nausea meds will be fed through the IV,” Dr. Clopper said.

“Fine. Anything would be better than swallowing that monstrosity.”

Several hours later, the IV was removed as Lila slowly recovered from her nausea and dehydration.

After entering the room to check up on her progress, Dr. Clopper went over to the ultrasound machine.

“I’m going to do a quick ultrasound to make sure everything’s okay in there,” he mumbled.

Lila stared worriedly over at Saint Darius, who still patiently waited near her bedside.

Dr. Clopper retrieved the transducer tool and glided it across Lila’s lower tummy.

“So Nick Moore is the father?” Dr. Clopper casually asked, his eyes rooted to the screen.

“I’d rather not say,” Lila replied. God, does the whole freaking town know about this?!

“Your baby is 9 weeks and three days. The heartbeat is strong, everything looks great. There’s the head, arms, legs, blah, blah, blah. He or she looks fine,” he said. Dr. Clopper tossed the transducer back into its compartment. Like a snapshot, the grainy image remained frozen on the monitor.

“That’s it?” Lila asked.

“That’s it.” Dr. Clopper’s face skewed into an odd grimace.

Then he sneezed.

Lila drew in a quick breath of surprise.

“Uh, b—bless you,” she said.

“By the way, have you told the soccer coach about your pregnancy?” Dr. Clopper asked.

Lila flashed a look at Darius. He returned the same shocked expression.

“Um, no. Not yet.”

“I think you should. Soon,” he said.

“Since you refuse to take a capsule, I need to give you another dosage of medication through injection,” he said, holding a tool spawned from the bowels of hell. “Just to keep the nausea at bay.”

She gazed at the doctor with a worried expression. Darius strolled over to her side. Lila looked over at him, her eyes pleading.

Oh, those flighty eyelashes.

In a moment, the injection was over. All was well again, particularly after Dr. Clod left the room.

“Thank you for being here,” she softly said.

“You’re welcome.” Darius smiled.

Their reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. Without awaiting an invitation, Nick strolled into the room.

The sperm donor himself, Lila thought. So what’s he doing here?!

Darius must’ve been thinking the same thing.

“Lila, I’m sorry to show up like this,” Nick began, “but I heard you were very sick and I had to see you.” He glanced at Darius.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going then,” Darius said. His tone sounded harsh. He stepped toward the door.

“Lila and I had a nice dinner last night,” Darius muttered, smiling.

“F*** off,” Nick quietly replied.

Daruis glared at him as he walked by.

“Stay away from her,” Nick continued in a low voice.

“You wish.”

Lila heard every word, and smiled with delight.

Wow; this is awesome.

“Lila, why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

“Am I speaking to you?”

Nick shoved a chair next to the bed and sat. For a long moment, they just stared at each other. Lila’s stomach churned, as another bout of nausea began to rear its nasty head. This time, she knew it was from anxiety.

Her lips twisted into a sneer.

“Lila please. Just talk to me,” he pleaded.

“Why should I?”

“This is really hard for me. You don’t understand—”

“Understand what? That you’re a royal asshole?” she said.

“Lila, just listen. I know what I did was wrong, but I felt like I didn’t have any other choice. Can you understand that? And now I’m really in a tough position. I feel like I have to choose between this new baby and Travis.”

And there it is, she thought. So it really is coming down to that after all.


“Why don’t I make it easy for you? I don’t want anything to do with you ever again. You don’t have to have anything to do with this baby. It’s all my responsibility. In fact, I don’t want you to have anything to do with it.”

Oh God, not now. Please don’t start crying, a voice bellowed in her head. She looked away from him.

“Lila, you can’t keep my baby from me. I’ll be in its life whether you like it or not,” he sniped.

She jerked around and glared at him. Now he was pissing her off.

“Don’t talk to me like you OWN me, or my child. You have no right, you left me to go back with your wife. You don’t have a say in this anymore,” she said.

Two months,” he fumed, “you’ve known you were pregnant for two months! So don’t tell me that I ever had a choice in the matter. You never told me about the baby, Lila!”

“Get out,” she said. Her voice trembled, but whether it was from rage or hurt, she didn’t know. Maybe it was both. Either way, her heart thumped and her stomach threatened to discard a few more items of nasty.

“Listen, I’m sorry. You’re right, I had no right to speak to you that way. Everything is just so screwed up,” he said.

“You think?” she said, and seconds later asked something else. “So how did you find out?”

“My mother told me yesterday,” he said. “She told me she overheard you tell your mother a while back, when you were at the Museum. It took her so long to tell me because she didn’t know how to tell me. Plus, she figured you would’ve mentioned it.” He paused; then continued. “Anyhow, I called your house earlier, and Audrey told me you’d been taken to the hospital.”

He rose from the chair and approached her.

Oh, God. Just… don’t…

But he did. He leaned over to kiss her on the head.

“I still love you,” he whispered, giving her a peck.

His words stunned her.

He walked to the door, paused, turned around and said: “I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you. And if it’s any consolation, I’ve always remembered the time we made out all night next to the lake. I remember everything.”

Her heart dropped to her nauseated stomach.

Nick turned around and quietly left; leaving her alone with a flurry of crazy thoughts.

Darius entered the corridor the very same moment as Nick.


On his way out, he passed the hospital nursery. Nick briefly peered in.

A few hours later, Lila was discharged and returned home. Darius dropped her off, and both apologized for how the ‘date’ ended up. Then he sped off.

Lila figured she wouldn’t hear from him again…

Once inside the house, Lila changed into a nightgown. She  looked down as if discovering her pregnancy for the first time.

Funny how she never felt a thing during the ultrasound, no emotion at seeing her baby for the first time. Suddenly, she felt different; like a switch had been activated.

‘I still love you… I’ve always remembered the time we made out all night next to the lake. I remember everything,’ Nick had said.

So why didn’t he tell her this before now? His timing was impeccable.


Chapter 20 coming in a jiffy. Since Riverview is a small town with ‘big mouths’, how long will it take before Lila and Nick’s saga hit the national news circuit? After all, Nick Moore is a ‘superstar’. Also, how long will it be before Lila’s coach finds out about her pregnancy? hehehehehehehehehe.

Doris Moore isn’t exactly out of the picture yet either…

Thanks for reading!     😉


8 Responses to “Chapter Nineteen…”

  1. Wow amazing update, I just love reading your story and always look forward to more. I can’t wait to see what happens with Nick and Lila, I hope they can work it out 🙂

    Oh and chapter 12 of my legacy is up 🙂

  2. Hi Kim! Thanks for commenting again! So glad you liked it! lol, maybe they’ll work it out eventually…

    I will check out your new chapter ASAP!! 😀

  3. Hooray an update! I have a secret passion for romance novels so this kind of story is great for me. xD So much drama.

  4. hi again Pentameter! I have a secret passion for writing romance 😉 hahaha. And I like to write plenty of drama too; probably have a habit of writing TOO much maybe! But it’s so fun.
    Thanks for commenting, and for keeping up with the blog. It’s much appreciated!


  5. LoL..Whole NEW meaning to horse pill!!

    • That’s it, hahahaha! I think that pill was more of a dinosaur pill. Poor sims, if they tried to take something like that, they’d die.


      Actually, I think it should be called an ‘elephant pill’. XD

  6. Hi. I’ve been following this and it’s realy lovely and well writen. Thank you for sharing this amzing story with us! 😀

    • Hi Lieutenant Butterfly 😀

      Awwwww, thank you for the wonderful comments. ^_^ I truly appreciate it. And thank YOU for reading it!!!


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