65.

                                    

                                          
Sidra
                          
Whatever happened to Sam last night the first time we had sex, he made up for it til morning. Getting out of bed, I nearly fall over with my legs wobbly. I kiss my sleeping Sam. I miss waking up with him on me but since I'm showing a little, he doesn't want to put pressure on me for such a long time. I throw on a tank top and Sam's basketball shorts and walk downstairs. I'm almost three months pregnant so my morning sickness is kinda over, I still feel sick but I try to push past it. 
                          
I drink a bottle of water while I make scrambled eggs. I only cooked with two eggs because I know Sam won't be up for a while and he likes his food freshly made. When I finish my eggs and place them on a plate, there's a knock at the door. 
                          
Burkhardt must've lost his keys or left them here. Or he's giving us a chance to get dressed. 
                          
I rush over and open the door to a man I've never seen before. He's an older guy, late forties, and average height, probably 6'1 or 6'2. He has thick light brown hair that falls in his face as he looks down at me, a small grin playing on his lips. His eyes are a beautiful light brown with a splash of green. 
                          
"Can I help you?" I ask. 
                          
"Is Jacob Burkhardt here?"
                          
Burkhardt, after getting to him a little, apparently knows a lot of people. Now that I'm not at my mother's, Burkhardt works with my mother two days out of the week, meaning he's here, in the city a lot, and he's been reconnecting with his olds friends he hasn't seen for a while. A few women have stopped by, men too but they're either already with Burkhardt or when he's already home. It's only been a month, but I'm used to it. 
                          
"He's not here at the moment," I tell the guy. 
                          
"What about Sam Roback? He must be here..." he drops his gaze to my stomach. 
                          
An eerie feeling washes over me. Who the fuck is this guy? Does he know I'm pregnant and Sam's the father? How could-
                          
"Sidra!" Sam's voice is loud and sudden and menacing. I barely have time to flinch before Sam grabs my arm and yanks me behind him. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He roars at the guy. It's been so long since I heard Sam's deadly yells, that old, blood-colding chill runs down my spine and I'm too horrified to move. 
                          
But I remind myself that this is my Sam. And who the hell is this guy anyway to bring out Sam's murderous side? I poke my head around Sam's arm to see the man laughing. 
                          
"You're the one that got her pregnant." He takes a step inside and Sam stiffens. "You don't work for Rita anymore, you know I did nothing wrong. You don't need to keep her from me."
                          
What the hell is he talking about?
                          
Sam shoves me back. "Get out," he growls at the man. 
                          
"She has a right to know who I am," he says, his voice less amused and more serious. He's here...for me? 
                          
"Sam, who is he?!" I demand to know. "Who are you?!"
                          
"I'm-"
                          
"Give me one reason why I should let you tell her?" Sam interrupts. 
                          
"You  know  why."
                          
I feel Sam twitch against me. Then he exhales deeply through his nose and steps to my side. The man's familiar eyes dart to me. "If she wants you gone," Sam says in a forced gentle voice, "you're gone." 
                          
"I'm your father," he says bluntly. "Christian Mills." 
                          
My...? I stare at him in disbelieve. His eyes, the hint of green that matches mine. His light brown hair, even the curls, easily remind me of my own hair before I cut and dyed it. We have the same slim nose and strong jawline. "Why...?" I croak. "Why...?" I'm not sure what to ask him. Everyone in my life simply told me he left before I was born. There was no reason. There were no questions. He left, I had David and Jackson, I was fine. The last time I talked about my father was months ago when Sam and I...