Chapter 10 Fighting For Approval
"Did you see how nervous Damian was when I asked him about you?" Lily asked after Damian had gone home.
"You said you would support my decision, but your confession about Damian's feelings for me makes me feel guilty toward him." To be honest, I'm not stupid either.
After Lily said that Damian had liked me for a long time, I now see Damian's treatment of me as becoming more and more reasonable and true. That look, the embarrassment and nervousness, made my guilt grow even stronger.
"Why do you have to feel guilty? Dylan was your lover from the very beginning. You ran because Dylan asked you to leave, while you needed a doctor for your baby. You're paying for Damian's services; you're just patients and a doctor. If you have to choose Dylan, then it shouldn't be a problem. Just say you don't know how Damian feels, and it's all over. Since we were only friends from the beginning, let's go back to being just friends."
"You're being too much, Lily. Damian gave me a free ride here. He took care of all my needs while I was here. How should I repay him? He also made me realize that I must not give up on this baby and protect it as if we were a complete family." Lily fell silent upon hearing my words.
"Should I not have told you how Damian feels about you?" Lily asked; this time she was the one who looked guilty.
"No, I think I needed to know too. So I can treat him well. I can't reciprocate his feelings or his kindness, but at least I should be kind to him," I said.
That night, I received a message from Dylan. Dylan said he wants to be introduced to my parents. The man who always refused to meet my parents in the past is now the one offering to do so. I was a little surprised but also a little relieved because it meant Dylan was serious about his intention to marry me.
Although bringing Dylan with this out-of-wedlock pregnancy would be very difficult to reveal to my parents, and Dylan's appearance is disheveled, even if I dress him as neatly and formally as possible, the tattoos on Dylan's body won't be completely covered.
I caught a glimpse of Dylan in a suit; he looked handsome yet cruel at the same time. The tattoo on his shoulder couldn't be covered by his shirt collar, and his knuckles and forearms were covered in tattoos. How do I explain where I met Dylan?
I'll be scolded half to death, and before Dylan approves, I'll be beaten half to death too. I could already guess how angry my father would be when he met the man who had gotten his daughter pregnant.
But I thought about it over and over again. Perhaps we do need to be punished a little, so we'll be a little more deterred. And the best choice is to tell both parents. Not to mention, we plan to take responsibility for all our mistakes, including our responsibility as parents of this baby.
After a thousand considerations, I finally agreed to Dylan's request. We'll meet the day after tomorrow, and I asked Dylan to dress as neatly as possible.
With a pounding heart, Lily helped me put on the right dress. Lily told me I had to dress as nicely as possible to convince my parents that even though I was pregnant out of wedlock, my life had never been lacking, that their daughter was still beautiful and radiant, as if she had never experienced any pain at all.
Maybe this will cover up Dylan's behavior, but for now, the most important thing is their blessing.With my heart pounding on the day I had to reveal my personal life, my mischief, to my parents, that day finally arrived.
In the car, Dylan treated me well, and he dressed according to my request. And our relationship is like it used to be; there's no awkwardness because we've known each other for a long time. We also discussed what we should say in front of both of my parents. What's clear is that I'm happy because Dylan is calmer this time and can be reasoned with.
When we got to my house, Dylan couldn't hide his nervousness. And I held his hand to calm the pounding in Dylan's heart. Together, we stepped into my parents' second home.
My parents welcomed us in the living room, as if they already knew we were coming, even though we arrived without telling them.
And when Dylan and I reached my father, his eyes narrowed. When Dylan offered his hand for a handshake, my father's gaze sharpened toward me.
"Who is this man?" asked my father.
"This is Dylan, my boyfriend. I brought him here because he intends to meet my father and mother, and we plan to get married." I can't even believe I was able to say that smoothly without pausing. However, I noticed my parents' gaze, which had been busy watching Dylan the whole time.
"Your lover? What is his job? Can he support you?" Father's gaze never left Dylan.
Meanwhile, Dylan remained silent, occasionally smiling and nodding, as if waiting for his turn to speak.
"Forgive me, Father. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Dylan Wilbert. Although it's not large, I manage a tobacco company. And I hope my income can meet Daniella's needs." Dylan is just like everyone else; his speech is so polite, as if he had learned to converse beforehand.
"Do you manage a business? But you look like a hooligan." I choked when my father said that. I didn't expect Dad to speak so sharply and openly in front of Dylan. And when Dad said that, I saw Dylan's cheekbones trembling. Feelings of awkwardness, embarrassment, and pain may have enveloped him.
"I am serious about my words, Father. What's clear is that I won't let Daniella lack anything, not even a little." Dylan defended himself again.
"What if I don't give you both my blessing?" We were all silent; maybe my heart was beating as fast as Dylan's. Dylan and I exchanged glances, not knowing what to say.
"Why are you so tense? Your daughter just got back; we should talk about that later." With a trembling voice, Mother tried to calm my father.
"We have to get married, no matter what happens. Because Daniella is already carrying our child." I choked when Dylan said that so suddenly. Perhaps we shouldn't be talking about my pregnancy right now. And the result was my father's gaze staring at me fiercely, full of questions with a thousand angers in his chest. I could even see his chest rising and falling as he held back his anger.
"Daniella, are you pregnant out of wedlock?" Father asked to confirm. I fell silent, frozen, afraid to say yes or no.
"ANSWER, FATHER!"