A BWWM pregnancy book by Esther Banks.
Chanel is pregnant from her ex boyfriend, an African American man. Not looking for anyone new, she wants to go ahead and have her baby.
But a new love interest isn’t far away.
When a man from the past shows up, the two can’t help but catch feelings for each other. How will Chanel tell this Caucasian man, a man that she wants to be with, that she’s pregnant? And what’s more, that it’s with a black man?
Will he be willing to raise another man’s child? Read on to find out!
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Chanel sat on the park bench. She ate her chicken salad and watched the ducks swim past on the lake. The scene provided the serenity she needed as thoughts of her current condition invaded her mind. Two weeks ago she had discovered that she was three weeks pregnant. It had been a shock to say the least. But she wanted this baby and already loved it despite the fact that she knew she would be on her own while raising him or her. She had told her ex-boyfriend, Lionel Hutchins about her pregnancy and he’d made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. He didn’t want his life disrupted by a child that he helped to create. Selfish bastard. Well good riddance! Chanel didn’t need that toxic negativity in her life. She had to focus on the kind of life that she wanted to give this child. She had a lot to give a child even if she were a single parent. Her baby would have a fabulous life no matter the sacrifices she would have to make. She would gladly make them to secure an excellent life for her child. At twenty-five years of age she was established in the field of architecture and had a bright future. She was extremely lucky to have gotten as far as she had in this very competitive field. Although it was more than just luck. She was extremely talented and worked very hard to produce the high quality of work that her bosses wanted. If she wasn’t she would have been sacked a long time ago. She was at a good place in her life to have a child and she looked forward to it. She smiled when she thought about how much fun her and her best friend; Deja would have picking out baby clothes and furniture. This was a wonderful time in her life and she intended to enjoy it. She took a bite of her chicken salad and savored the tasty flavor.
Chanel looked up to see who spoke. She looked into the brightest blue eyes she had only seen once in her life. Eight months ago her architectural firm, Unique Designs had sent her to its New York office to work on a project. It was at this time that she met the chief engineer and president of the company Wesley Vaughn. He was the son of the company owner, Desmond Vaughn and Chanel had developed an instant crush on the handsome engineer. But she had only seen him once while working in the New York office and the crush had dissipated with the passage of time. Now here he was watching her eat chicken salad on a park bench. Was it coincidence or fate? Whatever it was the timing could not have been more wrong.
“Wesley Vaughn!” Chanel exclaimed when she swallowed her bite of salad.
“The one and only,” he smiled. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. I’m surprised you remember me. We only met once, very briefly,” Chanel said in disbelief.
“I always remember a gorgeous face,” he said suavely. “May I join you?”
“Yes, of course. What brings you to Augusta?” Chanel asked curiously.
“Unique Designs. We have bid on the Ahlstrom project and find that we are one of the top two offers,” he explained.
“I heard that we were bidding on the job. So, you’re here to close the deal,” she smiled.
“So to speak. Our offer is strong and I think we can secure with a personal touch,” he replied.
“I’m sure you will win the project. Getting the project will be a huge boon,” Chanel said. I understand that Ahlstrom is the first of an international development.”
“It is. Our successful foreign endeavors give us an edge in securing the Ahlstrom job which will lead to their international projects,” he said.
“Ahlstrom sounds like an exciting project. I would love the opportunity of working on it if you acquire it,” she said wistfully.
“Would you like to be on the design team?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t angling for a project job. Truly I wasn’t,” she said earnestly.
“I believe you. But when we close the deal I will be putting together a team of architects. It only makes sense to assign you to that unit. You are one of our best architects,” he said with a shrug.
“Thank you. And yes, I would love to be one of the architects,” she grinned.
“Then it’s settled,” he said.
“You sound very confident that Unique Designs will be chosen,” she said shrewdly.
He smiled a little slyly.
“I have inside knowledge. But that’s all I will say,” he laughed.
Chanel laughed with him. She couldn’t believe she was sitting here with possibly the finest man on earth casually talking shop with him. And he had just offered her a coup of a job. Working on the Ahlstrom project would fast track her career by leaps and bounds. And it was an added bonus that she would get to see Wesley again….or would she? He may only be in town to lock down the project. Then he could be off to places unknown just like before. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about it.
Wesley noticed her preoccupation and thought her habit of biting her bottom lip endearing. He thought Chanel was a beautiful woman with her creamy brown skin and drop dead figure. But what drew him to her most were her light brown eyes. They were almost a pale gold in coloring and they drew him in like a magnet. They were stunning in their color, clarity and sparkle. And they fit her perfectly. He had noticed her immediately while she was in the New York office but hadn’t had the time to pursue an alliance with her. His trip to Asia had taken his full attention and his brief trips to New York were too short to start a serious attachment. But although she was out of sight she’d been constantly on his mind. But when he came back to New York she had returned to Augusta. So when the Ahlstrom opportunity arose he’d been quick to assume its management. Being in Augusta would give him a chance to pursue Chanel. Encountering her in the park today was a stroke of luck that he intended to use to his advantage.
“How long will you be in Augusta?” Chanel asked quietly.
“Indefinitely. I intend to remain her until the project is complete. So you will have to get used to having me around,” he grinned.
His smile was gorgeous. It lit his entire face and highlighted just how handsome he was.
“An easy adjustment,” she replied boldly.
He stared at her and his deep blue eyes twinkled in merriment. Chanel realized just how easy it would be acclimatizing to his presence. She snatched her gaze away from his and looked at her watch.
“Oh, I’m late. I need to get back to the office,” she said as she hastily packed up the remains of her lunch.
“Tell them I held you up. No one will reprimand you for talking to the boss,” he smiled.
“I’ll remember that if Dan gives me grief for my tardiness,” she smiled. She stood. “It was great talking to you. I hope to see you soon.”
“You will,” he assured her.
Chanel walked away. She was so tempted to look back but managed to refrain. But she could feel his blue stare boring through her back. She reached the sidewalk and waited for the signal to turn green for pedestrians. The red hand signal finally changed to the green walk indicator and she crossed the street and went into the tall, glass building. She arrived in her office and breathed a sigh of relief when told that Dan was out at one of the construction site. Chanel sat at her drafting table and tried to sketch but designing seemed to escape her. So she stared out the window and happily thought about Wesley Vaughn.
Chanel was getting little to no work done that afternoon. She looked at the wall clock and saw that it was four-thirty. It was close enough to call it a day. She grabbed her purse and left the office; calling goodbye to the Pam, their receptionist. She took the elevator down to the parking garage and walked to her red convertible Mustang. She had opened the car door when she heard the beep of the car unlocking next to her. She looked around and saw Wesley walking to his vehicle. She smiled.
“Twice in one day. That’s more often than I saw you the entire time I was in New York,” she teased.
He stopped at her side.
“It must be kismet,” he chuckled. “Let’s take advantage of it and take a stroll on the Riverwalk. I’ve heard a lot of great things about it. You can be my tour guide and show me your town.”
It was a tempting invitation and Chanel would like nothing better than to spend more time with him.
“Alright. I would be delighted,” she grinned.
She closed and locked her car door. He did the same and they began walking toward the garage exit. They left the garage and Chanel walked down the street toward Sixth Street which would take them into the heart of downtown. Chanel pointed out different attractions as they walked along. The Riverwalk was actually one of her favorite place to visit so showing it off to Wesley was no hardship in the least. She talked about the rich history of Augusta and the progress of the town and its citizens.
“I can only imagine the connection that African American people have to this city and the entire state of Georgia for that matter,” he said genuinely. “The history of this state has shaped America significantly.”
“It has but we still have a long way to go to obtain complete equality. But we have made huge strides,” she said.
“The river is just over there,” she said as she pointed. “Come on.”
They crossed the street to walk through an open rotunda that provided a lovely view of the river.
“It’s beautiful,” he said appreciatively.
They sat on one of the stone benches.
“This is one of my favorite places to be. I like to watch the river rushing and feel the cool breeze off of the water,” Chanel said. “It’s meditative.”
“Is meditating one of your practices?” he asked curiously.
“Yes. It keeps me balanced and calm when I’m dealing with uncertainty and hardship,” Chanel said.
The comment made her think of her current situation and the frequent times that she had visited the rotunda of late. Chanel knew that she would have to tell him of her expectancy. She didn’t know where this new friendship was going but he needed to know before making a move that he might later regret.
“I enjoy meditating as well. I believe in shutting off your thoughts and being completely silent,” he said.
“That is when you truly hear God’s message. But remaining silent is difficult to do. My head is jammed pack with thoughts all the time,” she smiled.
“True. So is mine. But practice makes perfect. We should have a picnic by the river and meditate. Would you like to do that?” he asked.
Chanel hesitated. He’d just invited her on a date which was a fairly good indicator of where he wanted to go with this relationship. But she still wasn’t ready to tell him. She decided to just go with the flow and see what happened next.
“Yes, I would like that,” she smiled.
“Good,” he grinned and exhaled. Wesley had not realized he’d been holding his breath while waiting for her answer. When she paused before answering he thought she was trying to think of a way to let him down easy. “How about this Saturday? We could go early to snag a good picnic spot under a tree.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she smiled.
“I’ll pick you up at nine o’clock. Is that too early? You may want to sleep in,” he asked.
“No, that’s fine. I’m an early riser even on the weekend. I’ll text you my address if you give me your cell number,” she said.
Chanel took her cell phone out of her purse. He gave her his phone number and she texted her address to him.
“Got it,” he said when the text came through.
They sat a little while longer and talked on a variety of subject. Chanel found Wesley to be a great conversationalist. He well smart, humorous, intelligent and a good listener. Pretty much everything Chanel liked in a man. It was refreshing not having to carry the conversation like she often had to do with her ex-boyfriend, Louis. Wesley was witty and charming which made it easy to converse with him. They had been at the rotunda was quite some time and Chanel suggested that they check out some of the other points of interests. They sauntered into the Riverwalk Marina and went into several shops. Wesley bought a Georgia Bulldog’s cap and grinned.
“When in Rome….” he laughed.
“And much safer than wearing a Gator’s hat. That’s asking for trouble,” Chanel giggled.
They walked into the plaza and Wesley was enthralled with the fantastic water feature in the middle of the circle.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s spectacular,” Wesley said in awe.
“Come on, Wesley. In all of your international travels I know you’ve seen comparable if not superior water fountains,” she said.
“Call me Wes. And maybe the water features were bigger but that doesn’t mean that they are better. This one is truly remarkable,” he said honestly.
“Well on behalf of the citizens of Augusta, I thank you for the compliment. It is one of our proudest accomplishments,” Chanel smiled.
It brought a smile to her face knowing that Wes appreciated the various elements that made up Augusta. That meant a lot to her for Augusta was her home and she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. They went into a café and had an early dinner while listening to a live band.
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