Chapter 43 — Pregnant

When I woke up the following morning, the first thing I saw was a man lying beside me. He was in his deep sleep, and there was a slight furrow on his brows. His arm wrapped around my waist tightly.

I ran my fingers through his messy hair. “I love you, Henry,” I whispered while smiling to myself.

“What are you doing?” He slowly opened his eyes.

His voice was cold. I quickly withdrew my hand feeling nervous. “Um… I…I…” before I could say something he cut me off.

“What am I doing in your room?” He quickly sat back and pulled himself away from me as maintaining the distance between us and I cringed at his action.

I didn’t move from my place and kept watching his every move. His expression was fixed and cold as it used to be. “You don’t remember anything?” I said hesitantly. He was drunk last night and it might be possible that he remembered nothing.

He rubbed his temple frustratingly. “What?”

And now he seemed annoyed. What would I do if he doesn’t know anything about us?

I cleared my throat. “You don’t remember anything?” I asked again.

He stared at me with a fixed expression on his face. “What do you remember?”

I frowned and kept quiet as I waited for him to say something more. Every passing second, my heart pounded harder and tension filled the air between us. If he didn’t remember anything, then it would break me again.

Suddenly, I heard a soft laugh and I shot my eyes at him. “Jesus, Alice, look at your face.” He was laughing at me. “You’re looking so cute.”

For a few seconds, I was gawking at him like a fool and didn’t understand his action, but finally, I realized. “Do you think this is funny?”

“Not this, but your face looks funny,” he said while grabbing my face and kissed me softly. “Good morning my love.” I bit his lower lip. “Ouch! Alice, what are you doing?”

“Laugh at me, I’ll do this again.”

He immediately pinned me down on the bed under him. “You know what it means?” He clasped both of my hands to the mattress. “The more you become harsh with me the more I become desperate for you,” he whispered and kissed behind my earlobe and I moaned in response.

Then his hand moved around my waist, trailing up my stomach. “Did you miss me, Alice?” His rage breath blew over my bare skin as he continued his kisses down my shoulder.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

He looked into my eyes. His eyes were soft. “I love you, wifey,” he whispered and I smiled. It was unexpected from him. It was the first time he called me ‘Wifey.’

How beautiful it was to hear these words. “I love you too, hubby.” I kissed his lips.

Before he could do more in the morning, I pushed him aside. “It’s 10:30 in the morning and we are already getting late! Don’t you want to go to the office?” I quickly stood up from the bed and pulled my hair into a bun.

He growled out in frustration. “Where are you going?”

I frowned. “What do you think, where would I be going? Of course, Shower!”

Before I could walk away, he grabbed my hand. “Since we both need a shower, then let’s have a warm shower together.”

*****

“You look gorgeous tonight,” Henry complimented me while staring at me. He watched my every move and didn’t take his eyes off me. I blushed under his intense gaze.

I smiled and leaned over the table. “But most of the girls in this hall are staring at you,” I said. We were in a small restaurant.

He raised his brows. “I don’t care,” he murmured and glanced through the menu. “Today I would like to eat fried calamari, mix green salad, garlic bread, and.” He glanced at me before turning back to the menu. “Cheese pasta.”

He had never ordered this sort of spicy food before. “Aren’t you health-conscious?” I pointed at him.

“Yeah, but I want to try your taste,” he said with a small smile tugging on his lips. He grabbed a bottle of wine and poured the liquid into two glasses. He pushed one towards me.

“Henry, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded and sipped his wine and watched me intently.

“Um, when did you realize your feelings for me?” That wasn’t a thing he expected from me, but I wanted to know.

He kept quiet for a few seconds, like thinking about something, and was fixing his gaze at the glass of wine. “Alice, before you, I didn’t know what love is and how it feels like. I didn’t understand how people could fall into someone who made them weak. How could people spend their whole life with a single person? I thought that love always makes people weak, miserable, and helpless. But after you, I experienced the same thing. I have always observed the negativity of love, never its positivity. I didn’t know love also makes people beautiful. It feels amazing. It…it feels like you’re everything for a single person.” He leaned over the table and took hold of my hand softly. “It feels like you’re empty without her, and she is the only person who means everything to you. I think she means the world to you.”

He continued. “When you were not with me, I tried to sleep without you, eat without you, but I couldn't. No matter how much I have tried to deny this feeling, but every time I want you. I even started working overnight so that I could remove you from my damn mind, but I failed. I just wanted to see your smiley face, to hold you in my arms and feel your lips. I've never thought I could fall in love. But it is true I love you, Alice.” His expression was hardened, but his eyes were soft and his voice was gentle.

I held my breath as I heard his every word with intense care. It was a confession that I didn’t expect from him. He opened up completely; he was telling me every single thing he thought about me.

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting our conversation. He glanced at the screen before excusing himself and walked away.

Henry was a completely different person now. I couldn’t believe he loved me and was trying to change himself for me.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” A man in a black suit called me.

I smiled at him. “Yes…”

“I’m Joe Stanton. The personal investigator of Mr. Robinson.” He glanced at Henry before turning back to me. “Can you please give this file to him? This is very important to him and you’re his wife so it would be safe if I hand it to you.” He pushed a brown file towards me.

“Sure,” I said with a soft smile.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said and walked away.

I glanced at the file, wondering what is important in it? What were the things he investigated? Can I open it or not? My heart and brain were in the great war. My heart said I should not open it without his permission, but my brain said something else. My hand was urged to open the file.

And without a single thought, I opened the file quickly. The first name I saw was ‘KIAN TAYLOR.’ I paused for a moment, just looking at the name who had destroyed his life. He was a man who had tried to kill me. “Oh my God.” I flipped the page further as I studied every detail about him. I shivered just thinking about him. No! I can’t let him know about Kian Taylor. If he comes to know about him, then surely he will seek revenge.

I grabbed my glass of wine and poured down the whole thing on the file. Sorry, Henry but I can’t take a risk. I love you so much.

*****

One month later…

“When did the symptoms start?” Doctor asked me. I came to the hospital for a check-up. I had been feeling nausea and dizziness for the past few weeks.

“Two or three weeks,” I said.

“We need to do a test.”

“A test?”

She glanced through the file before answering. “Yeah, a pregnancy test.”

What!

“All your symptoms indicate that you might be pregnant.”

How could it be possible? No! No! I used protection, so how could it be…

“Mrs. Robinson, are you ready?” She asked.

I hesitated for a bit before nodding at her. “Um, y-yes.”

I didn’t take a pregnancy test at home because I had no idea about my pregnancy. It was shocking to me.

After an hour, “Congratulations, Mrs. Robinson, you’re pregnant,” she said with a wide smile on her face.

I forced a smile before replying to her. “T-thank you.” My voice was barely audible.

“I’m writing a few medicines to make sure you should take them on time,” she said and handed me a white slip. “Since this is your first time so I would advise you on some exercises and your food diet…” she continued her talking but my mind was on my pregnancy.

Henry would surely get mad at me. He didn’t like children and it was too early to have a baby for both of us. I wanted to spend some more time with him. I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I would love to have a baby with him, but not now.

“Mrs. Robinson, is anything bothering you?” The doctor asked politely.

“No, thank you,” I said and stood up to leave.