The First - Alfie Solomons
When you first find out you’re pregnant with Kit, Alfie doesn’t take the news of becoming a father as well as you had hoped.
The First - Alfie Solomons | part of the Kit Series
The fight had been monumental. Before the fight everything between you and Alfie had been easy. You would spend whole weekends up in his bed, enjoying each other’s company. Nothing was ever too serious. You shied away from talk of futures or expectations. You went about your business during the week and carved out time but only in a way that didn’t make it feel like you were sacrificing your own free time for him. He did the same, leaving work early on days he knew you would be over and going in late when he could. He thought about all the important things, like marriage and children, but he knew who he was. Alfie couldn’t fool himself into thinking that family was something he would ever have or deserve.
Maybe that was why he was so angry at you. It was the first time you every heard him yell. When you came in his office at lunch and told him you had important news. You were going to have a child.
“No, absolutely not.” Alfie had shook his head at the news, “must be someone else’s.”
“It is not someone else’s Alfie!” You were furious at the suggestion that you had slept with someone else while you were with him.
“It’s not mine! Fuck…that thing is not mine right? It can’t be. You must’ve been whoring around cause there’s no fucking way.”
“Except I wasn’t whoring around. It’s your child.” You replied.
In truth, the thought of having a child that was half of you and half of him made his heart feel like it was doing flips in his chest. But it wasn’t a feeling that he was familiar with, or that he liked, so he pushed it away. He told himself he couldn’t be that lucky, to find you and then to have a child as well. So he rejected the idea as vocally as possible.
“No fucking way.” Alfie opened the door to his office and looked out onto the floor, “Ollie!”
The young man came hurrying over, stopping in front of Alfie. He glanced over his boss’ shoulder to look at you briefly but looked away quickly when you wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Right, give her some money Ol.”
“Fuck you Alfie! I’m not taking your money and I’m sure as hell not getting rid of this baby. When you decide to man up and come around then you know where to find me. Otherwise I’ll go. You obviously want no part in this and I know when I’m not wanted.” You replied, smacking Ollie’s hand when he tried to offer you money.
You stormed out of Alfie’s office. For a few weeks you heard nothing from him. He didn’t try to contact you and you stayed away from his home. Until, after what felt like years of silence, he came around late one night. The pounding on the door to your rooms startled you awake and you quickly got dressed.
“Whose there?” You called, hand reaching for the gun that Alfie made you keep on the side table.
“It’s me love, open up.” Alfie, who sounded very drunk, called through the door.
“No, Alfie, I told you I don’t want to talk to you.” You answered.
“Come on, just let me in, I’m sorry right? I was just taken by surprise.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you were! I told you I was pregnant and you offered me money to get rid of it.” You called. You leaned against the door, pressing the side of your forehead on the wood.
“I don’t wanna do this in the hallway love, let me in.”
“Fine!” He shouted, “fucking hell you’re stubborn. I’m sorry that I told you that and said it wasn’t mine. You’ve got to understand love,”
“Understand?” You stood up straight and opened the door, just so you could see his face when you yelled at him, “how’s this for understanding? I’m fucking carrying a child and it’s yours and, as you can imagine being that I’ve never been pregnant before I was scared and I was thinking that I could talk to you. Instead I get fucking accused of being a whore and sleeping with other men? Who Alfie? Ollie? Was I sleeping with Ollie?”
“I know what I said love and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that to you. I never thought I’d have this,” he stated, gesturing between the two of you, “I’m not good with words love.”
“You were plenty good with them when you were yelling at me Alfie. I know this isn’t something we talked about wanting-”
“I want it though, right.” Alfie stated, cutting you off. He had known weeks ago that he wanted a baby with you and he’d made the mistake of pushing you away.
“I’m really angry with you Alf, you said awful things to me.”
“And I’m sorry.”
“I know,” you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward slightly to kiss his cheek. “I know you’re sorry but it’s gonna take me some time before I forgive you.”
Alfie nodded. He frowned when he realized what you were asking. “I’ll go.”
You followed Alfie to the staircase and watched him walk toward the door. You wanted to invite him back upstairs but you knew you couldn’t. What he’d said hurt you and he needed to understand that. You thought maybe you’d start slow, lunch at his office tomorrow.
This is like a prequel to Kit being born and I wrote it solely to show the difference between the second pregnancy and the first.