Chapter 81 Moving In
Brielle's POV
It's been a week since I was released from the hospital, and today is the day I officially moved into Daylan's apartment. It's a bittersweet feeling, leaving behind the familiarity of Rick's place but stepping into a new chapter of my life with the man I love. My heart swells with anticipation and a hint of nervousness as I take in the sight of the spacious apartment that I was hardly in, filled with light and warmth. Memories of the encounter when Rick introduced Daylan as his father.
Daylan held my hand gently as we walked through the front door. He has been incredibly supportive throughout my recovery, always attentive and caring. “Welcome home,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and love.
“Thank you,” I replied, squeezing his hand. “It feels good to be here.”
He leads me through the hallway, stopping in front of a closed door. “I have something to show you,” he says, a mysterious glint in his eyes.
Curiosity piqued, I followed him as he opened the door and stepped aside, letting me enter first. I gasped as I stepped into the room. The walls are painted in a soothing combination of pink and white, and the space is filled with delicate, beautiful decorations. A crib stands in the corner, adorned with soft blankets and stuffed animals.
“Daylan...” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “This is...” I took in my surroundings.
“A nursery,” he finished for me, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “For our baby girl.”
I turned to face him, “We don't know for sure if we are going to have a girl.” I smiled.
His smile widened “I found out before I left the hospital via tests that we would be having a girl. I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”
Tears fill my eyes as I process the news. A baby girl. Our baby girl. I can hardly believe it. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. “Your dream has come true. Thank you for all of this,” I murmured into his chest. “This is perfect.”
He held me tightly, his warmth and strength grounding me in this moment of happiness. “I’m so glad you like it,” he said softly. “I wanted to do something special for you and our daughter.”
"I like the sound of that," I said.
We stand like this for a few moments, taking in the beauty of the nursery and the reality of our future as parents. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, filling me with a sense of hope and love.
“Come on,” Daylan said after a while, taking my hand again. “There is more I want to show you.” he smiled at me with so much adoration. My heart fluttered.
He led me to the kitchen, where he gestured for me to sit on one of the bar stools. I did so, watching as he walked over to the fridge and took out a container of pasta and began to warm it up in the microwave.
“You are spoiling me,” I said with a smile, resting my elbows on the counter.
“You deserve it,” he replied as he glanced over his shoulder with a playful wink. “And besides, I enjoy taking care of you.”
"So that is besides being the doctor in this relationship," I watched him intently with a soft smile.
"Yes," he said as he leaned with his backside against the sink, folding his arms over his chest. There was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You are my patient, and we can always role-play too, but your health is more important to me than s^x. I don't want you to fall ill again, and I'm being cautious, and I will be gentle when we get to that part," his eyes darkened as I swallowed. My core throbbed with only that look. The ping of the microwave snapped me out of my desire to be taken right here. I reached for the glass of orange juice on the counter and brought it to my mouth, taking a sip as Daylan took the pasta out of the microwave.
He turned around as I placed the still full glass of juice on the table. He set the warm pasta beside it. I love to watch him being handy in the kitchen. I would like to surprise him one day with my cooking too. Maybe breakfast in bed.
He set the plates in front of us, and then he dished the pasta onto both our plates before sitting down beside me.
"It smells so good," I inhaled the aroma.
"I made it earlier, so I hope you and our daughter enjoy it."
"We will," I took a fork full of it and opened my mouth, feeling the steam brush against my lips, and closed my eyes as I savored the moment just before the first bite. "This is so good. I think you should make this for dinner every night. I can just eat everything."
"Well, you can have everything if that is what satisfies you. I know pregnancy has its cravings, and you are yet to have one of those. But each pregnancy is different," he said as he started eating.
"How many pregnant patients have you helped in your career? Have you delivered a baby?" I asked, as curiosity piqued.
"I helped many and, yes, I have delivered quite a few babies in my career, but I preferred not to as I wanted to just do the operations and be a general doctor, also to focus on what is important for me in the field."
The conversation flows easily, filled with laughter and memories. But despite the lighthearted banter, a part of my mind remains occupied with darker thoughts. My condition, the risks, the uncertainty of it all. I can’t help but worry about the future, about what might happen.
Daylan seemed to sense my unease because he paused and looked at me, concern etched on his face. “Hey, what’s on your mind?”
I sighed, biting my lip. “It’s just... I keep thinking about my condition. About the risks and what could happen.”
He set the pasta aside, turning his body to face me, and taking my hands in his. “Brie, I know it’s scary. I know there are risks. But we are going to get through this together. You’re not alone in this.”
“I know,” I said, my voice trembling. “But what if something happens to me? What if I can’t be there for you and our daughter?”
His grip tightens, his eyes fierce with determination. “Nothing is going to happen to you. We have the best doctors, and I’m going to make sure you get the best care possible. You also have me. We will take it one day at a time, and we will face whatever comes our way together. I need you to believe that.”
I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. “I’m trying. It’s just hard sometimes.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly against my forehead, his lips a promise of unconditional support and love. “I know it is. But you are one of the strongest people I know. We have come this far, and we are going to keep fighting. For us and for our little girl.”
Hearing him say that gives me the strength to push away the dark thoughts, to focus on the present and the love we share. “Okay,” I whispered, squeezing his hands. “One day at a time.”
He smiled, and he pulled back while brushing away my tears. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s eat. You need to keep up your strength.”
We enjoyed our meal, the delicious pasta a comforting reminder of the simple pleasures in life. Daylan keeps the conversation light, steering us away from the worries and fears. By the time we finish eating, I feel more relaxed, more hopeful.
As we clean up the kitchen together, I can’t help but feel grateful for this man who has brought so much light into my life. Moving into his apartment is the start of a new chapter, one filled with love, hope, and the promise of a future together.
I never knew that my life would turn out to be this way at all. But that fateful day at the bar which I do miss, was the start of something new. It was the start of all my dreams coming true despite the darkness that still threatens my life. Maybe just focusing on the positive will help me forget and in that way I can live life without thinking about the worst.