Chapter 132 One thirty two

Chapter 132 One thirty two
Aria’s POV

I looked up at him the moment I noticed the change in his expression, my brows pulling together in confusion and concern, because the way his face had completely drained of color within seconds of answering that call was not something I could ignore, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it might not be as serious as it looked.

“Damien… what happened?” I asked again, my voice careful but laced with worry, because even though he hadn’t said anything yet, I could already feel that whatever was going on was not something small.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he pulled the phone away from his ear and ended the call abruptly, like he didn’t want me to hear whatever was being said on the other end, and that alone made my chest tighten slightly, because Damien was not the kind of person who cut conversations short unless something truly urgent demanded his attention.

“It’s an emergency,” he said finally, his tone clipped and controlled, but there was an underlying tension in it that he couldn’t fully hide no matter how hard he tried. “I have to leave now.”

Now.

The word echoed in my mind, heavier than it should have been, because even though I understood that emergencies happened, there was still a small part of me that felt… disappointed.

Not angry though.

Not upset in a dramatic way.

Just… going to be lonely.

Because we had just started to settle into something calm, something that felt almost normal despite everything that had been happening around us, and now he was leaving again, pulled away by something I didn’t understand and wasn’t part of.

I nodded slowly, forcing a small, understanding expression onto my face even though the quiet emptiness was already starting to creep in.

“Okay,” I said softly.

He didn’t waste any time after that.

He stood up quickly, but not carelessly, like his mind was already somewhere else but his body was still trying to remain present with me, and then he reached out for my hand.

“Come,” he said gently. “You need to rest.”

I let him help me up, my movements slower than his, my body still adjusting as I followed his lead toward the room, because despite everything, there was something comforting in the way he still took care of me, even when he was clearly in a hurry.

When we got inside, he guided me to the bed, his hand steady at my side as I sat down carefully, adjusting myself until I was comfortable enough.

“Try to sleep,” he added, his voice softer now, like he was trying to make up for the abruptness of his departure.

I nodded again calmly.

“I will,” I replied quietly.

For a brief moment, neither of us moved.
It was one of those small pauses that didn’t need words, because everything that needed to be said was already understood in the silence between us.

Then he leaned down.

His lips brushed gently against my forehead, the familiar warmth of the gesture making me close my eyes for a second longer than necessary, holding onto that feeling as if it could somehow stretch his presence even after he was gone.

And then…

He lowered his hand to my stomach.

The softness in his expression shifted into something deeper, something more personal, as he pressed a gentle kiss there too.

“Daddy loves you,” he murmured quietly.

A small smile formed on my lips instantly, natural and unforced, because there was something about the way he said it that made everything feel… real.

Not just the situation. Not just the uncertainty. But the connection. The bond.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, giving him a reassuring nod, even though a part of me wished he didn’t have to leave so soon.

He looked at me for a second longer, like he wanted to say something else, but then he didn’t.

Instead, he straightened up and turned toward the door.

And just like that…

He was gone.

I got up slowly after a few seconds, my body moving almost on its own as I made my way toward the window, drawn by the quiet need to watch him leave, because for some reason, it felt important.

Like seeing him go would make it feel more real.

I stood there, my arms loosely folded against myself as I watched him step out of the villa and head toward his car, his movements quick, focused, already distant even though he was still within sight.

He didn’t look back.

He got into the car.

And within seconds, the engine roared to life.

I followed the motion with my eyes as the car pulled away, moving further and further down the driveway until it disappeared completely from view, leaving behind nothing but silence.

A deep, quiet silence.

The kind that settles into your bones without asking for permission.

I stayed there for a moment longer, staring at the empty space where he had been, before finally turning away and walking back toward the bed.

The room felt bigger now and more quieter.

I let out a small breath as I sat down and then slowly laid back, my eyes drifting up to the ceiling as I tried to settle into the stillness.

And that’s when it hit me. The boredom. creeping in slowly and gradual into my head.

Like something slipping into place without making a sound.

I shifted slightly, adjusting my position as I stared up, my thoughts beginning to wander without direction, searching for something to keep myself busy with, just anything to fill in the empty space left behind by his absence.

What was I supposed to do now?

Sleep?

I wasn’t tired.

Watch something?

Nothing felt interesting.

Just lie here?

That sounded worse.

I sighed softly, turning my head slightly to the side before bringing it back up again, my mind still restless, still searching.

And then.. I remembered. Damien’s words.

“You should talk to your family.”

My lips pressed together slightly as that thought settled in, heavier than expected, because calling them meant stepping into a conversation I hadn’t fully prepared myself for.

It meant explaining.

It meant answering questions.

It meant making everything real in a way that couldn’t be undone.

I stayed still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, debating with myself silently, because part of me wanted to delay it just a little longer, to hold onto the quiet before everything changed.

But another part of me knew… There was no point waiting. So, slowly, I sat up.

I reached for my phone, my fingers hesitating for just a brief moment before I unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for.

Auntie Gianna.

I stared at the name for a second.

Then I pressed the call.

The phone barely rang twice before she picked up, her voice coming through immediately, warm and familiar.

“Aria, my dear, how are you feeling?” she asked, concern laced gently in her tone, like she had been waiting to hear from me.
A small smile touched my lips despite everything.

“I’m fine,” I said softly.

We exchanged a few more greetings after that, light and simple, the kind that filled the space before a real conversation began, and for a moment, it almost felt like any other normal call.

But it wasn’t. Because I knew why I had called. And eventually…

I had to say it.

I paused.

Just for a second.

Long enough for her to notice.

“Is everything okay?” she asked gently.
I swallowed.

My grip on the phone tightened slightly as my heart began to beat a little faster, not out of fear exactly, but out of the weight of what I was about to say.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I said, my voice quieter now, more serious.

“Go ahead,” she replied.

And just like that…

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out, the words leaving my mouth before I could second-guess them, fast and unfiltered, like my mind had finally given in to what my heart had been holding back.