Chapter 110. An Innocent Wish

***110\. An Innocent Wish***

**Sabrina's POV**

As I held the test strips, my mind raced with questions and emotions. How am I going to tell Nio if I’m actually pregnant?

Regardless of the result, I had already resolved to tell him everything about that night. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore.

Millions of thoughts swirled in my head, and while I wanted to believe I’d be happy no matter the outcome, I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt. My emotions were a tangled mess.

Handing the strips to the doctor, I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in anticipation as she prepared to analyze them.

“Is it done yet?” I asked, my voice betraying my impatience.

“Just a few more seconds, Mrs. King,” the doctor replied calmly.

The seconds stretched into what felt like hours. Time seemed to crawl as I waited for her response.

Finally, she glanced at the strips and then at me.

“Well? What is it?” I asked, barely able to contain myself.

The doctor hesitated for a brief moment before saying, “I’m sorry, Mrs. King, but you’re not pregnant.”

I froze, unsure of how to process the news. A part of me felt relief—it meant I didn’t have to face the uncertainty of Nio’s reaction. But another part of me felt… disappointed.

Shouldn’t I be relieved? I asked myself, yet I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in my chest.

I began to overthink. What if he didn’t want children with me? What if the truth about that night changed everything between us? What if I ended up breaking what we had?

This is for the best, I told myself repeatedly, trying to suppress the confusing mix of emotions.

Just then, the door opened, and a nurse stepped in. “Mr. King wishes to see his wife. Shall I send him in?” she asked.

“Yes, let him in,” the doctor said.

Moments later, Nio entered, carrying Wynter, her small arms wrapped around his neck. His face was lined with concern.

“Sab, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? What happened?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for any sign of injury.

“Mr. King, there’s no need to worry,” the doctor interjected. “Mrs. King is fine now.”

“But what exactly happened to her?” Nio pressed.

“She likely had a mild case of food poisoning, which caused the vomiting. The dizziness and fainting could be due to overworking and exhaustion. Nothing major, but she needs rest and proper meals,” the doctor explained.

Nio exhaled, his worry quickly shifting to frustration. “See? I’ve told you and Wynter not to eat junk food all the time, but you never listen!” He looked at me pointedly before glancing at Wynter.

Wynter gave me a wide-eyed, pleading look as if begging for my help to escape his lecture.

I bit my lip, suppressing a laugh, and decided to intervene. “Nio, I’ll take better care of myself. It’s not Wynter’s fault either. Let’s just focus on getting home, okay?”

“No, we’re not having any junk food anymore. I even stopped Wynter from eating it, right, baby?” I turned to her, hoping for backup.

“Yes, Daddy, we didn’t have any!” Wynter quickly jumped to my defense, eager to shield us both from the storm brewing in Nio’s eyes.

But he wasn’t having it. “No way. I’m done with your excuses. All your snacks are getting confiscated—both of you. And you won’t be seeing them again anytime soon,” he declared firmly.

“What!?” Wynter and I exclaimed in unison, sharing a look of mutual betrayal.

“But Daddy, why me?” Wynter’s priorities were clear—she was only worried about herself.

“And what exactly did I do?” I huffed, crossing my arms.

The doctor, witnessing our escalating drama, chuckled as she packed her things. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave you three to sort this out. Take your time, Mrs. King—you’re free to go once you’re ready,” she said, excusing herself from the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I turned back to Nio. “I have something to tell you,” I said, attempting to regain control of the conversation.

He shook his head adamantly. “Nothing you say will change my mind.”

“Nio, just listen to me!” I said firmly.

“Nope, not happening. I already know your tricks—you’ll just try to sweet-talk me into changing my mind,” he replied, his stubbornness on full display.

I rolled my eyes, frustration bubbling up. “What do you mean tricks? I’m not manipulative!”

He raised a brow, clearly amused. “Oh, please. You, Miss Iris, can change my mind in seconds with your words. Don’t act so innocent.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Wynter’s voice interrupted us. “These two adults are always arguing!” she announced dramatically, sounding like an old soul trapped in a child’s body.

Nio’s smirk widened. “Did she just call us out?”

“She did,” I said, nodding with wide eyes.

“You little demon, you’re getting smarter by the day,” he said, pulling Wynter into his arms and tickling her until her giggles filled the room.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “Let’s just go home. I’m getting sick of staring at these hospital walls.”

Nio raised a brow, a teasing glint in his eye. “How fun would it be if I just left you here?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Try me,” he challenged, his smirk unwavering.

Before I could retort, Wynter’s small voice broke through. “Daddy, can you send me to see Mommy? I miss her.”

Her words wiped the smirk from Nio’s face, and my heart sank at her somber tone. I crouched down beside her, gently holding her hand. “What’s wrong, little one? Are you upset about something?”

She simply nodded, her eyes downcast.

Nio, now serious, reached out to smooth her hair. “Let’s get home first, and we’ll talk there, okay?” he suggested softly.

I nodded, knowing that Wynter sometimes struggled to express her feelings in overwhelming situations like this.

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Wynter dozed off on the way home, her small hand still loosely clutching the corner of her blanket. I couldn’t help but wonder what had caused her to become so dejected so quickly. The hospital can be overwhelming for a girl her age, but we hadn’t been discussing anything serious. In fact, we were all laughing and joking just moments earlier.

When we arrived home, I glanced back at her peaceful face. “Nio, can you carry her inside?” I asked softly.

He leaned in to unbuckle her seatbelt, throwing me a cheeky grin. “Sure. Want me to carry you too?”

“I don’t need your help. I can walk perfectly fine,” I shot back, matching his playful tone with a smirk.

“Just putting it out there,” he replied, winking as he gently scooped Wynter into his arms.

We walked into the house, and Nio carefully laid Wynter down on the sofa, tucking her blanket around her. I couldn’t shake the concern tugging at my chest as I watched her sleep, her face still scrunched with a trace of unease.

“Don’t worry, Sab. She’s fine,” Nio said, sitting beside me and placing a reassuring hand on my knee.

I shook my head. “No, Nio, she’s not. I think she’s missing Denissa. For her to bring it up so suddenly…”

He stilled at the mention of her name, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.

“I think it’s time,” I said gently, turning to face him.

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