Who's the Father?

'' My tummy seems to be growing larger day by day at this rate I can't seem to play piano for hours '' Layla whispers t herself sitting on her comfy sofa has been a rainy day in Paris and this rain is making her feel much gloomier, She's staying away from her home which is in the.

'' I couldn't tell mom and dad about this how I am gonna be a mom soon and the irony I still aren't married yet, how could I explain it to them how I got pregnant '', she remarks.

'' I somehow got away from there by saying that I will take part in the piano competition in Paris but the competition is in three weeks and I can't practice at all because of this overweight belly As the doctor had said there are twins in there so, of course, it will be overweight '' she comments.

'' But at this rate, I won't be able to participate '' remarks she touched her belly she could feel something kicking within it. '' You guys wanna come out soon, I can understand but you will have to stay patient till the competition day your momma's gonna bring the trophy home '' she comments.

'' But when you are born what will I tell you? who's your father? who's a child are you? I won't be able to answer all of your questions what will I do then ? '' she thoughts.'' Ahh this rain and all of thee questions are making my mind go blank guess I should read some magazine or something, '' she thought she gets up from the sofa and takes one magazine from the bundle of the papers on the table.

She chose one randomly and started reading. After flipping through several pages she notices the headline. Among the contestants of last year there wasn't a name Layla Harrison, but this year she's gonna take part in the competition also there's gonna be some secret guests which will be revealed on the day of the competition'' I am already on the news, I guess the competitions in Paris are mostly known worldwide. But I am not sure whether I will be able to participate in the end as the shape I am in '' she mutters taking a look at her belly again.

'' Should I try practicing can't perform a bad show, after all, that's not the problem here this will make quite a scandal if I go out having a child at this age and am not married yet, will ruin my reputation '' she murmurs.'' Should I do an abortion after all? but if that's the case I should have gone through before, way before when my tummy was little then why am I thinking about it now ? '' she accuses herself.

'' To think about it, why did I decide to come back here? to save my reputation? or to raise these kids? what was it that drove me to come here to Paris ? '' she questions herself.'' Do I still don't know what to do with them ? or am I trying not to think about it but that won't ease my burden ''' she murmurs. Thinking about it all her mind went blank she threw the magazine aside '' Only playing will ease my burden yes that's the only salvation I have in my life '' she repeated words and gets up heading towards the hall where her piano is.

She opens the door. This is the sanctuary where she rests in peace even the trouble she has while walking with this big tummy doesn't bother her at all she's ready to face all consequences when it comes to playing the piano. She heads towards the piano the windows there shut all the noise outside, there was the piano, and she nothing else.

She first touches it feeling the smooth surface and the keys, then sits down. Then starts playing the whole world seems beautiful to her when she plays the piano even the damping rain doesn't bother her at all no matter where she is or what's happening outside doesn't bother her at all, her whole mind is fixed on the notes and the sounds of the piano give her peace.

At this time her parents were calling her when they couldn't reach her cellphone they called the landline number. Layla could hear the noise of the phone ringing for a while it rings till the seventh time that she finally got irritated with it. '' Who's calling me now? this body which isn't permitting me to sit for a long time and this phone I am so irritated '' she fumes.

She gets up and heads towards the phone and picks it up. '' Why weren't you picking up the phone you ignorant girl ? '' shouts her mom over the phone. '' '' I had been calling many times why didn't you pick it up ? '' she yells in a harsh tone. '' Momma calm down, I was practicing'' Layla replies.

'' Oh I am sorry for shouting at you dear '' her mom apologizes.'' So how's the practice going on the competition is in three weeks right ? '' her mom asks. ''' Ahh it's going pretty much well you don't have to worry. i ... will win the competition surely .... '' she remarks casually.

'' I see your dad wants to talk to you he's worried sick about her daughter living in a different country '' her mom says giggling.'' Hello is it you Layla dear? how are you doing ? are you eating properly? what about your studies ? '' her dad asks. '' Daddy calm down, the maid comes and does all the work here so I don't have to worry about anything at all and the studies are all related to music so I am doing pretty well '' she replies.

'' I am glad then after all you are our only daughter and you are living abroad by yourself so it worries us all you can understand right ? '' her dad says. '' Yes I understand don't worry, how are you both doing ? '' she asks. '' We are doing well but we are missing you a lot '' her Dad complains '' when will you come home? '' ''' Home .... well after the competition is over '' she replies'' Then you will come back this month right ? ''dad asks.

'' I will try my very best ..... to '' she replies. '' It will be live broadcasted we will be watching you at home along with your grandma and grandpa '' remarks her Mom quite cheerfully.'' Oh, that's ....... good .... great news .... '' she says.'' Alright ... I need to hang up, someone had come I will call later."

'' Alright then stay safe honey '' her mom says. 'Layla hangs up.

Layla's P.O.V

Come back home? it will be broadcasted live there? how could I forget to take these into account? what will I do now? I fall onto the chair nearby. Why did this have to happen to me? why did that night I had asked Samuel and Adrian to come? it was all my fault, right? I could only accuse myself. I wonder where they are right now? how are they doing ? which one of them is the father of these children? how will I face them if I ever meet them? what will be my reaction? Will one among them accept these children? do I have to raise them myself throughout their lives? do I have to be a single parent? how will I face my parents? how will I face society? my image as an artist it will all ..... just thinking about it makes her eyes full of tears.'' It all happened on the cursed day '' she flashbacks into her memories. I shouldn't have called them to come to my house that day then all of this wouldn't have happened. But thinking about is not gonna solve anything.

Things were good back then why did we have to grow everything my piano my music and everything now even this piano seems a burden to me. I guess all of this is my fault after all. Fate is playing tricks on me. Is there gonna be a future for me and these kids?

Will I be able to become a good mother when I can't take care of myself properly?