Why the hell is this bus taking so long? Jesus. My mom's gonna kill me. I should not have bought the sandwich special at lunch, otherwise I would have taken a cab by now. Ugh.
A car whizzed by and I could hear the brakes screeching, I looked up to see what was going on. Silver convertible Mercedes. Funny how often we encounter each other. Involuntarily, mind you.
"You're staying back late. Want a ride? The bus doesn't seem to be coming." Brad offered hopefully.
"Um..." I looked at the time, it was almost 4:30, I was supposed to be at home half an hour ago, "Fine," I sighed. I got my bag and got into the backseat.
"Why are you sitting there?" Brad asked.
"Oh right." I was so used to sitting at the back with Daniel, it became a habit. I switched to the front. I remembered the last time I sat in this sleek car of his. The day he broke up with me when I was 7 and a half months pregnant.
He accelerated the car again and headed towards the main road. He seemed to remember where I lived - rather unusual for a guy like him.
We didn't talk much, I guess he felt he didn't have the right to after what happened in the science room. We were almost at my house and I could recognize that blue Graco stroller coming down the sidewalk. Shit, shit, shit. My mom was about to take Daniel to her workplace with her, she does that when I'm late.
My mom noticed me with Brad again and gave me a curious and disapproving look. I shrugged my shoulders and gave her a confused look back.
Brad was taken by surprise a little, he only saw Daniel from the picture of him on my homework diary.
"That must be Daniel." His eyes were fixed on his son. It seemed to take him a while to register. Daniel actually looked a lot like his father. The eyes definitely, the shape of his face and the way his lips curved when he smiled.
"Uh-huh." I couldn't think of any other way to respond.
"You're back. Thank goodness. Can you take the baby now? I'm gonna be late." My mom finally came to her senses and I got out of the car as she left.
"Um, do you mind if I, uh, meet him?" Brad asked suddenly.
"Uh yeah, I suppose so..." I was taken aback and didn't know what was the right thing to do.
"Mama! Man?" Daniel asked me puzzled. He didn't even know Brad was his own flesh and blood. This was going to be hard to explain to a one-year-old. Brad got out of the car and slowly approached Daniel and I.
"Hi Daniel." Brad said with a nervous smile.
"Heyo. Teyo." Daniel smiled back and waved.
"Sorry?" Brad was confused, he's obviously never had much contact with babies.
"He means hello and thank you. He's still learning how to greet people." I informed.
"Right." It was awkward. Brad was staring at Daniel mesmerized and I was in a state of shock, and Daniel was totally clueless and looking at me for answers.
"I'm daddy." Brad introduced out of the blue.
"What?" I was surprised at his bluntness. I didn't know if I was angry or maybe I never really realized that he was either, until now. He ignored my comment.
"Dada? No Dada." Daniel was confused, he called my father Dada and he knew the word Papa, but he never really got to use it - evidently.
"Papa?" He looked at Brad curiously, happy that he finally got to call someone that.
"Yeah. Papa." Brad smiled at his son like a real father. It was new for him; I'd never seen him look at someone like that.
His phone started ringing. I could guess who it was. Marcia Winger. Yeah, he eventually did go after the prom queen and cheerleader. A month after moi.
"One sec. Hi Marcia." He turned around and put his hand over his mouth to muffle his words. He kept on glancing back at Daniel as though to check if he was still there.
I left him to his conversation and carefully strolled back to the house with Daniel without him noticing. I'm sure Marcia wouldn't like to have to share the attention.