Page 28 of Knocked Up by Mr. Grump Lawyer

Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number. Of course, she didn’t answer. I sighed with frustration.

I decided just to shower and head over to her apartment before going to work. I knew she might turn me away or get even more furious, but I couldn’t help myself. I just needed to try.

But when I got there, the apartment was empty. Panic seized my heart.

Could she have gone through with the abortion already?

I tried her number again, but no one answered. So I headed to the office, hoping she’d be there.

She had a unique glow that morning. I gazed at her from afar, oblivious to the people in the office. Slowly I found myself walking toward her purposefully, knowing that I had to talk to her and convince her that getting rid of the baby was a bad idea. In my hands, I had a big brown box that looked like it contained files and documents.

Her eyes were slightly puffy, most likely from crying the previous night. Yet her face was beautiful, and she looked a lot healthier today. I also noticed that she had a plain long-sleeved shirt and a pair of slacks and did not wear much makeup.

“Hi, Kayla,” I whispered cautiously. There was no one within earshot.

She looked up with an exasperated look on her face. “Robert…” she answered.

“I know that you’re not a murderer...” I started, then bit my tongue to stop immediately. I think that came out all wrong.

“What?” she hissed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Please think of the life inside you,” I whispered. “It’s an innocent baby.”

“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t talk about it here. This is not the place to discuss such things.”

I realized I was still holding the big brown box. I placed it carefully on the empty space on her desk.

“What’s this?” she asked suspiciously.

“Just some stuff… you need to check out…” I said. Then I turned around and went to my work area.

I couldn’t help it, though. After a while, I paused to check if she’d opened the box. She was rummaging through it with wide eyes and a weird expression. I couldn’t tell if she was angry, touched, or maybe racked with guilt.

Well, she should really feel it all.

The box contained a care package for pregnant women that I’d had Willard buy for me. It included a pregnancy book and planner, some comfy and expensive loungewear, morning sickness drops, prenatal vitamins, milk for pregnant women, and many other things I didn’t recognize.

I saw her look around then, probably paranoid that someone would see. But no one was paying her any attention. They were all busy working.

Then she met my eyes across the large room. I simply nodded and smiled even though she looked greatly annoyed. Then I walked away.

That afternoon, we were called to the boss’s office and told we needed to meet with Mr. Jonathan Miller of Fantasy Flicks.

“Let’s just go together in my car,” I offered.

“No,” Kayla said.

But when she couldn’t book an Uber while we were in the lobby, she eventually gave in. I grinned.

“Why did you have to bring those things to the office?” she said, pissed off.

“I went to your apartment this morning, but you weren’t there,” I explained. “I thought you would at least take some time off to rest or recover.”

“I have a lot of work to do,” was all she said.

After some silence, she added, “But thanks.”

“For the care package?” I asked, my lips turning up in a grin. Watching her shift from one extreme emotion to another was quite amusing.

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