Wedcuffed

Chapter 32

Sarah P.O.V

An hour later, I was making my way out of the hospital. The doctor had strictly instructed me to maintain a proper diet along with taking my medications when I was leaving her cabin.

Ester offered to drive me home, and I accepted. I walked with her to her car, sat in the passenger seat, and buckled my seatbelt as Ester started the engine.

"Have you decided to tell Adrian about your pregnancy?" Ester asked once we were out of the hospital premises.

"I don't know, Ester. I'm so confused with everything happening."

"Look, I know Adrian is a jerk, and what he's done to you all these months makes me want to strangle him. But he is the father of the child, Sarah. He has the right to know about the baby. Just talk to him and make a decision."

I listened to Ester, and somewhere deep down, I knew she was right. I needed to tell Adrian.

Seeing my state today, Ester was even more worried. She suggested that I take a break from work until the baby was born. I rejected her idea, knowing that taking such a long break from the company was nearly impossible for me.

After 20 minutes, Ester dropped me off at my home. She said she would visit me tomorrow morning so we could go to work together. I tried to deny her offer, but she insisted I shouldn't drive until I felt better. I bid her goodbye and walked toward my house.

Entering the house, I made my way to the living room, placed my reports on the table, and slumped onto the couch. I leaned my head back on the cushion and stared at the ceiling.

Just when I thought my life was returning to track, Adrian came back asking for a second chance, and now I was pregnant with his child. I never imagined being pregnant like this.

I shouldn't have ignored that mild nausea and dizziness, thinking it was just stress. Maybe if I had known earlier, I could have done something about the baby.

For a moment, the thought of abortion crossed my mind, but it quickly disappeared when reality hit me. I couldn't end this child's life because of someone else's mistakes. I couldn't be so cruel.

I just wished this pregnancy came with love and understanding between Adrian and me, but that seemed next to impossible now.

I needed to be there for this child, Sarah. Although my mind was set on keeping the baby, deep down, I was scared. What if I couldn't be a good mother? What if this baby experienced the same childhood I did? I didn't want my baby to crave love and affection throughout life as I did. I wanted my baby to grow up in a happy family, where he or she wouldn't feel neglected or unwanted.

I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. I poured some orange juice for myself, then stood in front of the open balcony, watching the sunset. As I was staring at the beautiful shade of the sky, I heard the front door close.

I turned to find Adrian entering the room. He had the same cold, bitter look on his face, but as soon as our eyes met, his demeanor changed. His face brightened into a cheerful smile. He walked towards me with a wide grin.

"Hey, wife! I'm sorry I couldn't meet you in the morning before leaving," he said, hugging me.

This time, I didn't push him away. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back. We stayed like that for a few seconds before I decided to break the embrace.

"I didn't know hugging someone would take away all my stress and exhaustion so easily," Adrian said in his deep, husky voice.

"Can we talk? I need to tell you something important," I said, sitting back on the couch.