ANTHONY'S POV :

I knocked severally before someone came to opened the door.

"uhmmm,.. good morning ma'am" I greeted Natasha's mum.

She's holding her bag..

Seems like she's going out......

"Morning" She replied but not with the same energy she welcomed me the other day.

I knew immediately that Natasha has told her what has transpired between us yesterday.

"My daughter came back home a complete crying mess yesterday" she informed, raising an eyebrow and waiting for an explanation.....

"I am so sorry ma'am" I stuttered.

"It wasn't my intention to make her cry but I had no choice" I said.

"I know that you are already aware she's carrying...