Chapter 2

　　LYN'S POV

　　As I departed the academy and boarded a bus home, my heart swelled with joy. I indulged in a vivid daydream, fantasizing about a tender moment. When I would share the news of our little miracle with him. Within myself, I pictured his beaming smile and warm embrace, his eyes shining with delight. Lost in this sweet trance, I relaxed into the bus seat and drifted off to sleep.

　　He arrived to pick me up for our dinner date, and we strolled hand in hand to his sleek Mazda sports car, our faces aglow with happiness. With a courteous gesture, he opened the door for me, and his endearing reaction only added to my delight

　　"My princess, your chauffeur awaits". I pecked him happily and responded sweetly.

　　"My sweet prince, you flatter me a lot". As I wanted to step into his beautiful Mazda, he pulled me back into his embrace

　　"You are breathtaking, my love," he whispered, his eyes shining with adoration. "May I steal a kiss?" He pressed his lips to mine, charming me with his tender gesture. "Now, my love, you may settle in," he said, holding the door for me.

　　With my heart full of joy, I settled into the car. He closed the door and walked over to the driver's side humming a song. When he settled down he acted again.

　　"Shall we go for our merrymaking now?". I nodded happily.

　　As we drove off, my heart overflowed with joy. Then we arrived at a stunning garden, teeming with vibrant flowers and butterflies flitting about. I stepped out, mesmerized by the beauty surrounding me. He joined me, taking my hand, and led me on a stroll, pointing out the wonders of the garden.

　　"Tah dah, my love", he said. "Oh everywhere is as beautiful as you." He plucked a flower and tucked it in my hair, close to my ear, his voice sweet with affection.

　　"For my beautiful princess." I giggled, feeling like royalty.

　　As we walked, the baby in my womb stirred, and I paused, my hand instinctively going to my belly.

　　"Oh, mine," I whispered, my eyes locked on his. He led me to a nearby bench concern etched on his face. "Angel, are you alright?" I nodded, and he placed his hand on mine, his eyes shining with excitement.

　　"The baby just moved," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

　　He nearly exclaimed with joy, "Oh mine, I want to feel her move too!" I guided his hand to the spot, and he felt the gentle flutter.

　　"Oh, I felt it! Our baby girl seemed to be swimming in there! This is so amazing" he said as he pecked me.

　　"It is a baby boy, that is what I want". I told him with a smile-filled face.

　　"No sweetheart, it's a girl I want", he countered.

　　I responded that I wanted a boy. We continued to drag between wanting a boy or a girl and I woke from my little sleep.

　　"Oh dear, it was just a dream," a whisper escaped my lips. I was still on a bus but almost at my bus stop. I wasn't happy at my realization but was full of hope as I hissed out.

　　"Oh my sweetness, I hope you will take this secret well".

　　A smile crept to my lips as I wondered about the dream and how happy we were. The dream instilled more courage in me that Abel would understand the sacrifice I undergo due to my love for him. I got off the bus when it stopped and walked home. I decided to rest a bit as I felt somehow weak.

　　My mood swings came unexpectedly sometimes. However, I tried as much as I could to look strong in front of my family to avoid unexpected questions. I desire that Abel and I tell them together about the baby and our secret marriage. So as I lay down, I fell asleep.

　　As evening descended, I awoke, still feeling weak and Abel was supposed to pick me up for our dinner date. Despite my weakness, I summoned the energy to shower, hoping that it would revitalize me.

　　Unfortunately, my fatigue only intensified, leaving me too exhausted to venture out. It wasn't a fever, just an overwhelming weakness that had taken hold. My mood swings seemed to have chosen the worst possible moment to strike. As I lay there, my initial enthusiasm for sharing the pregnancy news with Abel at dinner began to wane. I decided that it could wait, that another time would be better suited for such a special revelation. In the meantime, all I craved was rest from this unavoidable fatigue.

　　So when he came to pick me up, he waited in his car and called me asking if I was ready. I told him that I was sorry but couldn't make a good companion but promised to make it up to him next time. He wasn't happy about that, and besides, he seemed to feel that something was wrong. So he asked me.

　　"Angel, we need to talk. May I come in?".

　　I responded that he could and I managed to get down to the sitting room to meet him. So he came in and settled down on the sofa. I settled beside him. He stared at me with concern written all over his face. I tried to smile and be strong.

　　"Sweetheart, I am fine, I just feel a little weak".

　　"No Angel, you are not fine". He responded while staring deep into my eyes. He held my hands, squeezing them gently.

　　"You know you can tell me anything. Baby, I can feel that something is wrong. Were you diagnosed with any ailment? Your color seems different, please talk to me".

　　With my hands in his, I felt so covered and at that moment I decided that there was no reason to postpone the news anymore. So I beamed happily.

　　"Well, I wanted to reveal it on a special occasion but two of us like this is more special to me. You don't have to worry because I am not sick, okay".

　　As I kept beaming and in his concern, he smiled lightly and pecked me. Then said that he was glad that it wasn't a sickness.

　　"Tell me what the matter is, what makes you weak?". He asked with concern.

　　"Sweetheart, here," I said, guiding his hands to my belly.

　　His expression shifted to confusion, his eyes locking onto mine with a puzzled gaze. He remained silent, as if frozen in disbelief, while I radiated joy and anticipation. Finally, he spoke, his words slow and halting.

　　"I don't understand what you're saying." He paused, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, people only do this when they are... expecting a baby."

　　I nodded enthusiastically, my smile broadening. "Exactly! Your parents' grandchild is growing inside me," I said, gesturing to my belly.

　　He jerked his hand back, as if shocked by the revelation, and sprang to his feet, his eyes wide with astonishment. My heart skipped a beat, but I reassured myself, ready to explain the circumstances. With a mix of shock and disbelief, he asked, "What in the world are you telling me?"

　　I rose to my feet, attempting to grasp his hand, as I said, "My love, come, let's sit down."

　　But he recoiled, evading my touch, his voice rising in disbelief.

　　"Did you say sit down? For what? What do you mean by you're expecting a baby? Who is the father?"

　　I faltered, struggling to find the right words, knowing this was a conversation that required gentle handling.

　　"M...my love, please, calm down, let me explain," I pleaded, my voice trembling. But he wouldn't be soothed, his anger and hurt boiling over.

　　"Explain what, Lyn? Why did you let me be here, thinking we shared something special when you are carrying someone else's child?" he thundered, his words piercing my heart like a dagger. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice at me, and it shook me to my core.

　　I was shocked as I stared at him in fear and before I could open my mouth to speak, he turned away in anger. With long strides, he stormed out of the sitting room.