The pregnant bride went stiff as a board when she spotted the groom’s dad. She never saw that coming…

Where else are you going to find the perfect guy? It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. Adriana hugged Betty on impulse. Thank you for being here.

What would I do without you? Cried the girl. Probably would have gotten into less trouble. Betty joked.

Adriana smiled through her tears. You need to cheer up. There’s a popular pastry shop nearby.

The prices are outrageous. But you and I have a credit on your boyfriend tonight. So we can go all out.

Betty took Adriana’s hand and led her down the street. On the eve of the wedding, Adriana received a phone call from an unfamiliar number. She answered and whirly asked who it was.

Michael, let’s talk. I’m coming to Cake Alex’s restaurant in an hour. I’ll send you the address.

The man did not even wait for an answer. He immediately disconnected. Adriana hesitated at first, but then realized that between Michael, there is an unresolved issue with which sooner or later something will have to be done.

The girl put on her dress and coat and took her purse. She arrived for her meeting with Michael a little late at the entrance to the grounds. Adriana was met by the receptionist who escorted her to a booth.

The girl was wary of Max’s father, but hoped he wouldn’t do anything in a public place that could hurt her and her child. But what didn’t change your mind, asked Michael, when Adriana sat down at the table. About what? About the offer to take the money and disappear from my son’s life.

Although I realize the stakes are higher now. There’s a baby on the way. Except I’m not sure Max is the father.

Aren’t you afraid? I mean, it’s very easy to verify. I don’t think you’ll want to check the parentage of this child and Max, Adriana said, pressing her lips together. Outwardly, the girl looked confident, but only she knew what labor was costing her.

That apparent calmness. Why was that? Because the child really isn’t Max’s. Ha.

The man grinned. Just as I thought. The child is yours, Michael looked at her angrily.

You’ve got my son wrapped around your finger. And now she’s targeting me. But I’m not a simple man.

Why don’t you believe me? Why would I lie? You said yourself that paternity is easily verified. To hide the excitement, Adriana took a glass of water and made a few gladki. Do you remember how we met you? Or have we already forgotten everything, including the night at the hotel? Well, okay, let’s say it’s my child.

But why would you lie to my son? I can’t. Max knows perfectly well it’s someone else’s child. He agreed to recognize it and raise it as his own.

I really appreciate his desire to be a father to my baby. I think he’ll change his mind when he finds out you’ve been working as an escort. Michael grinned.

I wonder what he’ll say when he finds out his fiance’s baby is his father’s. Adriana and Michael looked at each other in the air. The restaurant booth seemed torn with tension.

You wouldn’t dare. Then your relationship will be ruined, Michael said. I guess at that point I wouldn’t care anymore.

I had already broken up with Max and wanted to raise this child on my own. But he convinced me to come back. But his relationship with you could be totally screwed up.

The girl has become… I don’t think we have anything else to talk about. If we both keep quiet, Max and I will have a happy family. And you have the opportunity to communicate with your son, albeit under the guise of a grandson.

Adriana picked up her purse and walked out the door of the restaurant. Her confidence had left her. She barely made it to the nearest bench.

Young lady, you’re not well. You look so pale. Should I call an ambulance? Concerned, a passing woman asked her.

No, thank you. I’m fine. I’ll just sit here and I’ll feel better.

The phone rang in her purse. It was Max. Yeah, honey.

I went for a walk. The weather’s so nice today. Where? I’ll send you the address right away.

Okay, I’ll be waiting. Adriana stroked and visibly rounded her belly. We’ll be fine.

Baby, we’re definitely gonna be okay now. There was a sense of celebration in the house. It was because Emily was about to become a mother.

But at the moment she was in the maternity ward, and Camille was looking after all this beauty. Camille would show up around the house and click her tongue. She had never imagined that her son-in-law would be so calculating an offer to renovate the nursery himself.

And no one had pulled his tongue. It was a personal initiative. At the same time, before that he had not even thought of starting the repair.

And naturally, the mother-in-law had vague suspicions. She was somehow wary of the generosity of her son-in-law. He avoided extra money, considering it a waste.

But in this case, he made an exception, and even it seems, went wild. To the fullest, using the services of professional designers. Her daughter wanted a modest interior, but Michael insisted on his version, and it was accepted as it came to his liking.

And even pleased the eye with beautiful decoration. Camille sat down and sighed with relief and said to herself, now you can live for yourself, the daughter is in good hands, consider that life is successful. And just at that time, she received a call.

And the third one today, I shook my head. She pressed the call button and answered. Yes, my dear, and I’m listening.

Michael’s mom hasn’t arrived yet, sounded her question with anxiety in her voice. Not yet, but I think it will be soon. What’s wrong? Are you scared of something? I think I’m going into labor today, I’m having contractions.

Daughter, calm down. I’ll assume Camille got up from the table and started packing. Don’t.

Mom, no one will let you come to me anyway, protested Emily. I’ll wait on the bench in the yard. No one will kick me out of there.

How can you miss such a moment? It’s better to stay at home. If Michael comes back from his business trip, you’ll come with him. While I’m waiting for my son-in-law, my grandson will be born without me.

That’s the thing you care. And Michael just left. Emily cried.

He knew I was going to have a baby soon. He didn’t stay. His job’s so expensive, he can’t help it if Camille calms his daughter down.

It’s mom, I can’t talk anymore. The contractions started again. And I realized my good girl.

Have an easy labor. She shouted the last words just as Emily actually turned off the phone. Whether her daughter heard them or not, Camille began to pack and put the most necessary things in her bag.

Looking at her watch and figuring the last time she called her son-in-law, she dialed his number again. But he answered me. And there was anxiety on my soul, and with it the alarm bell rang.

True, there was no time to compare facts and draw any conclusions. Her daughter was probably already taken to the delivery room, and she could not afford to leave her without support. At the same time, a successful delivery took time, and it was not worth waiting until the evening for the baby to appear.

And to Camille decided to go because her heart was not in the right place. She was so much worried about her daughter that she could lie next to her in the delivery room. She had all kinds of thoughts going through her head.

What if the labor dragged on, would she be able to bear it? Emily was about to become a mother for the first time. And naturally, she felt emotional stress. But a mother in this situation would not be able to help her.

Well, except morally, in principle relatives and friends were allowed to be present at the birth, and could stand beside her. Emily would have felt even more attention and care, but they had not discussed this moment beforehand. And now she did not make such a responsible decision on the fly.

Calling a cab an hour later, Camille went down to the entrance. We had to wait only 5 minutes before a black foreign car arrived. Behind the wheel sat a man of 35 years old and with a beard.

In the back seat, she said hello to him and pronounced, If it’s alright with you, can you give me a little more gas? I urgently need to go to the maternity hospital, and I will pay more than the standard rate. Are you going to express? The driver asked in surprise. Although it was obvious that he wanted to support the conversation in a joking way.

Yes, right here, without leaving the cash register. It’s past my time, I’m going to my daughter, she’s in labor. And don’t ask any more stupid questions.

Or I’ll tell you so much, you won’t be happy. I’m sorry, I made a bad joke. I’ll see you tonight.

Don’t be nervous. Another thing is a joker. But on the whole it’s not a bad idea, and I’ll think about it at my leisure.

I have a daughter, but never had a son. That’s what I mean. The driver nodded, I’m putting on more gas.

And you say time has passed. Women have babies even later in life, so it’s not surprising. Thanks for the kind word.

I’ll keep it in mind. She thanked him for such a generous compliment. In fact, he and her person elevated all women to heaven, and made her realize that age is not a hindrance.

For the continuation of the species would be the desire to become a mother, and nature itself will try. And if everything is normal, a healthy and beautiful child will definitely be born. In addition, statistics showed that it was much easier and simpler for mature women to give birth.

By that time they knew exactly what to expect from further life, and were not afraid to bring up a child, at least of that very fear. During the first, labor was no longer there. In the maternity hospital, such women felt calm, and did not worry about trifles, humbly waiting for the baby to appear.

Camille only thought about it for a moment, and immediately herself twitched. Her own pregnancy was not part of her plans. Especially three years ago, she had buried her husband.

And for the time being, she was not going to tie herself with new grim ties in the near future. Among those men who came her way, she did not see a worthy candidate. Most of them were leftist and perpetually dissatisfied with their lives.

They had constant doubts about their own prospects. And Camille realized that from such a contingent we will not make a good one. That’s why she decided to live for herself and her beloved daughter.

Meanwhile, the cab driver increased the gas. And soon there was a building of a maternity hospital. The roof and windows glowed in the bright sunlight, as if huge spotlights had been directed at them on purpose.

Camille squinted, trying to see his daughter in one of them. But all of them, as it turned out, were obscured by half-transparent curtains. Slowed down at the entrance, the driver turned to her and said cheerfully, as promised, with a breeze.

Thank you. I noticed that. She answered him excitedly and gave him the fare.

Can you keep the change? The service is not bad. The jokes are not very good. But on the whole, it’s fine.

That’s what I understand clear and to the point your daughter’s successful labor and all the best. Nodding goodbye, Camille got out of the car and hurried to the central entrance. There she was stopped by a guard and asked to wait for the nurse on duty.

Five whole minutes passed before she appeared. Good afternoon. I’ve got a daughter on bedrest here.

Can I see her at least a glimpse? Good afternoon. What’s her first and last name? Emily is 25 years old. Brown hair.

Okay, stop. You don’t need to list her physical appearance. The nurse interrupted her and looked at the list…