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“Oh, poor you. You’re always saying I need to get a job, and now that I have the chance to get one you can’t even be bothered to look after your own daughter?”
Daughter? Charles is a father?
Before I’m even aware of my actions, I stand up and quietly walk over to the door where I can see Charles, the woman, and the baby. The woman is holding the crying baby up to Charles, but he refuses to take her.
“You can’t just drop her on me like this. That’s why we have an arrangement.”
“Screw the arrangement. Take her Charles, or you give up all your rights to complain about me not having a job.”
Charles sighs loudly, but reaches out and takes the baby into his arms. The baby’s crying becomes a whimper as her daddy rocks her in her arms.
“When will you pick her up?”
“Tomorrow morning,” the woman replies. “Or maybe tomorrow lunchtime.”
“Long job interview,” Charles says sarcastically.
“Give it a rest, Charles. I can do without your….” She trails off as she spots me. “Well well, what do we have here? No wonder you don’t want to look after your own child.”
“That’s my tutor,” Charles says, after looking around and seeing me standing in the doorway. “Like I said, I’m studying.”
“Sure, sure. And your tutor just so happens to be an attractive, and probably naïve, young woman. Just your type.”
“I am his tutor,” I say stepping forward and offering my hand to the woman. “My name’s Rebecca.”
She makes no effort to shake my hand, so I quickly withdraw it. “I don’t care what your name is sweetheart, and neither does he. Charles doesn’t make a habit of remembering their names.”
“Ignore Dana ,” Charles says. “I know I try to.”
“Just like you ignore your daughter?” Dana says. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Charles. I guess I’ll see you too, Rebecca. He usually lets them stay until morning. Charles is quite the gentleman like that.”
Dana turns on her heel and storms off leaving Charles and I standing there with only the sounds of the baby breaking the silence.
I pretend to study as I hear Charles coming back down the stairs with the baby. I’ve been sitting here in a daze for the last five minutes just trying to get my head around this entire mess.
Charles has a baby. That certainly explains why he’s here in America. I knew something wasn’t quite right with that story about his father. Although, if he’s come all this way to spend more time with his child, he has a funny way of showing it. He looked even less excited to see the baby that he did at the thought of studying. Not exactly father of the year material, although he isn’t the first jock to get a woman pregnant and then abandon his responsibility. It doesn’t sit right with me. I’m sure Charles is better than that. Maybe I’ve just been hoping he’s better than that.
“Sorry about her,” Charles says as he walks back into the dining room with the baby in his arms. “Dana always hands Gemma over when the baby needs changing. I think it’s that extra little bit of punishment.”
“I’m not sure looking after your baby is supposed to be a punishment.”
“She thinks it is, and I want her to keep thinking that. If she knows I enjoy spending time with this little terror, then she’ll just make it difficult for me.”
Charles opens a closet and drags out a high chair, placing it next to him by the table. He lowers Gemma into the chair, but the second her butt touches the seat she starts crying again.
“She likes being held by her daddy,” I say, as Charles lifts her backup and she immediately stops crying.
“I liked that at first, but now all she does is scream at me whenever I’m not giving her one hundred percent of my attention. She’s a bit like you in that respect, really.”
“I don’t want you to give me your attention; I want your attention to be on your studying.”
“If you say so,” Charles replies, gently bouncing the
“Oh, poor you. You’re always saying I need to get a job, and now that I have the chance to get one you can’t even be bothered to look after your own daughter?”
Daughter? Charles is a father?
Before I’m even aware of my actions, I stand up and quietly walk over to the door where I can see Charles, the woman, and the baby. The woman is holding the crying baby up to Charles, but he refuses to take her.
“You can’t just drop her on me like this. That’s why we have an arrangement.”
“Screw the arrangement. Take her Charles, or you give up all your rights to complain about me not having a job.”
Charles sighs loudly, but reaches out and takes the baby into his arms. The baby’s crying becomes a whimper as her daddy rocks her in her arms.
“When will you pick her up?”
“Tomorrow morning,” the woman replies. “Or maybe tomorrow lunchtime.”
“Long job interview,” Charles says sarcastically.
“Give it a rest, Charles. I can do without your….” She trails off as she spots me. “Well well, what do we have here? No wonder you don’t want to look after your own child.”
“That’s my tutor,” Charles says, after looking around and seeing me standing in the doorway. “Like I said, I’m studying.”
“Sure, sure. And your tutor just so happens to be an attractive, and probably naïve, young woman. Just your type.”
“I am his tutor,” I say stepping forward and offering my hand to the woman. “My name’s Rebecca.”
She makes no effort to shake my hand, so I quickly withdraw it. “I don’t care what your name is sweetheart, and neither does he. Charles doesn’t make a habit of remembering their names.”
“Ignore Dana ,” Charles says. “I know I try to.”
“Just like you ignore your daughter?” Dana says. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Charles. I guess I’ll see you too, Rebecca. He usually lets them stay until morning. Charles is quite the gentleman like that.”
Dana turns on her heel and storms off leaving Charles and I standing there with only the sounds of the baby breaking the silence.
I pretend to study as I hear Charles coming back down the stairs with the baby. I’ve been sitting here in a daze for the last five minutes just trying to get my head around this entire mess.
Charles has a baby. That certainly explains why he’s here in America. I knew something wasn’t quite right with that story about his father. Although, if he’s come all this way to spend more time with his child, he has a funny way of showing it. He looked even less excited to see the baby that he did at the thought of studying. Not exactly father of the year material, although he isn’t the first jock to get a woman pregnant and then abandon his responsibility. It doesn’t sit right with me. I’m sure Charles is better than that. Maybe I’ve just been hoping he’s better than that.
“Sorry about her,” Charles says as he walks back into the dining room with the baby in his arms. “Dana always hands Gemma over when the baby needs changing. I think it’s that extra little bit of punishment.”
“I’m not sure looking after your baby is supposed to be a punishment.”
“She thinks it is, and I want her to keep thinking that. If she knows I enjoy spending time with this little terror, then she’ll just make it difficult for me.”
Charles opens a closet and drags out a high chair, placing it next to him by the table. He lowers Gemma into the chair, but the second her butt touches the seat she starts crying again.
“She likes being held by her daddy,” I say, as Charles lifts her backup and she immediately stops crying.
“I liked that at first, but now all she does is scream at me whenever I’m not giving her one hundred percent of my attention. She’s a bit like you in that respect, really.”
“I don’t want you to give me your attention; I want your attention to be on your studying.”
“If you say so,” Charles replies, gently bouncing the
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