New Life : A Second Chance

Kyle was sitting at the sofa in the living room of Smith Mansion, steadily bearing the heated gazes of his parents.

His mother was just staring at him, her mouth wide open while his father had his eyebrows furrowed tightly together that Kyle felt that the ends would actually meet. Kinda look like a wriggly worm.

"How could this happen?" Patrick asked steadily.

"Well, you see, when the sperm fertilizes the egg …" Kyle began, his face hardly betraying the feelings he was having inside.

"Kyle Rexington Smith," hissed Delilah, "This is NOT the time for jokes!!"

Kyle shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "What can I say?"

"Why didn't you use protection? How could you get her pregnant? And why aren't you marrying her?" Delilah asked her son incredulously. How could her own son be so irresponsible, and not even want to take up the responsibility?!

"We did use protection," Kyle said, "She was on contraceptives. And she's the one that rejected my marriage proposal."

Though he didn't really ask her and simply stated they should get married - but that was a moot point. The point was, she didn't want to get married to him.

He found that highly disturbing, even though he understood her reasons for it.

"Let me get this straight," Patrick finally spoke up, "She was on the pill and still got pregnant?"

Kyle nodded.

"Damn, son," Patrick said, his eyes wide, "Just how much were you at it to be able to do that?!"

Delilah and Kyle stared at Patrick.

"What?" Patrick said, waving his hand at Kyle, "For him to be able to impregnate a girl, who is on the pill, is quite impressive."

"I don't think that's what we're supposed to be focusing on here, darling," Delilah admonish her husband, stressing on the 'darling' bit, "We're going to be grandparents and he's not even marrying her."

Patrick sighed, and nodded, "Yes, I'm going to be a very young and handsome grandfather indeed."

"Patrick!!"

Patrick patted his wife's hand, to placate her, "Look, it's obvious the young ones have already made up their minds. There is nothing we can do about it. What's done, is done. Also, she is the one who doesn't want to marry our son, so what can we do about it? Force her?"

Delilah wrung her hands together, "But .."

Patrick shook his head, "All we can do, is support her right now. At least, this grandchild will not want for anything, and is welcomed in this world, right?"

Delilah bit her lips, not satisfied but knowing that her husband was right. She had seen too many incidences of unwanted pregnancies that resulted in horrible endings such as abortions, newborn babies being thrown away in dumpsters, and even if not thrown away like garbage, they were treated like one: abused and neglected.

"I'll be moving out to take care of her during her pregnancy," Kyle said, "And help in raising our child together. I'll stay by her side until she gets married, and will continue to provide and care for my child even after that."

Delilah shook her head at that arrangement. What was her son thinking?

Still, perhaps, it was for the best. It was better than her leaving entirely and that they'll only manage to see their grandchild once a year or something.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, seeing his parents slowly accepting it. They weren't happy about it, but could accept it.

Well, he wasn't happy about it either but it was the best that he could get.

At least, all his troubles were over now.

Or so he thought.

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The receptionist stared at the immaculately dressed woman, obviously oozing with money as her designer clothes indicated. Contrary to the portrayal from popular CEO novels, this 'vixen's' face wasn't caked in heavy make-up and her clothes weren't figure-hugging with huge boobs hanging out or trying to escape.

Instead, she exuded class and elegance.

Poised, with tasteful clothes and more shocking? She was holding the hand of the most adorable little boy, with the cherubic face and innocent eyes looking at her, the receptionist, expectantly.

"I would like to see Kyle Smith, please," she said politely.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No," she replied, "Just tell him that Samantha Greene is here to see him, with his son."

The receptionist froze.

She didn't hear what she thought she heard, did she?

She stared at the woman, then at the boy. Son? That was the CEO's son? How old was the son? He looked about four? Five?

If she wasn't mistaken, the CEO was only 20 years old … the receptionist's eyes went wide like saucers. With shaking hands, she immediately made the call to Beatrice, the CEO's personal assistant.

Beatrice, upon receiving the call, frowned.

Then, her eye twitched.

This could not be happening.

"Bring Ms. Greene and her son to the VIP waiting room," Beatrice ordered.

The first thing that had to be done was to get those two away from prying eyes. Beatrice had no idea who this Samantha was but she didn't dare leave her to be waiting downstairs in the open where anything she said could be misconstrued.

The VIP waiting room was cut-off from the rest and rather private. Beatrice also got security to stand guard outside the waiting room once the two went in.

Once everything was settled, Beatrice went to Kyle's office and took a deep breath before knocking.

"Come in," came his voice and she opened the door, walking in nervously.

She didn't say a word until she got up to his desk and Kyle looked at her, curious. She didn't have any files and she had this rather worried look on her face.

"What is it?" Kyle asked.

"Sir, there's a Samantha Greene to see you," Beatrice said.

"Samantha?" Kyle said in surprise.

What was she doing here?

"With your son," Beatrice said.

"My what?!" he exclaimed.

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