Wedcuffed

Chapter 34

Sarah's POV

It was a quiet Sunday evening, and I found myself sprawled lazily on the couch, indulging in my third tub of ice cream. For the past four hours, I had been binge-watching Friends.

Pregnancy cravings were no joke. With how things were going, I was pretty sure I'd be gaining a lot of weight soon.

"Dear, I've made dinner. Do you need anything else?" I heard Mrs Jane, my cook, call out from the kitchen. Turning my head, I saw her standing at the doorway.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jane. I don't need anything else, so you can leave now," I replied, watching as she grabbed her handbag and made her way to the living room.

"If you need anything, you know my number," she said.

"Yes, thank you so much," I responded with a polite smile, bidding her goodbye.

Mrs. Jane was a kind-hearted woman in her fifties, and her cooking skills were exceptional. With my pregnancy and hectic work schedule, I needed someone to take care of my meals, and Mrs Jane had come highly recommended by my neighbours.

At first, I thought I could handle everything myself, but Alessandro insisted I hire a cook. He knew all too well about my irregular eating habits and current condition.

Speaking of Alessandro, the past few weeks had been unforgettable since we confessed our feelings for each other. I was grateful that I had told him everything before he left for Italy. If I hadn't, I might have lost him forever.

I had been a fool, mistaking my feelings for lust and attraction. But when he admitted his love for me, I knew it wasn't just a passing temptation. Being with Alessandro felt like I had found the missing piece of my life.

Until last month, I had everything: a top-notch education, a thriving company, and a stable income. Yet, I had no purpose to live. I didn't have anyone to share my joys and sorrows with. But now, with my baby and Alessandro, I saw hope.

It had only been a week since I confessed my feelings to him, but my life already seemed so much more beautiful and peaceful.

Alessandro cherished the little things—hugs, holding hands, watching movies together, cracking lame jokes, and going on dates. He brought me back to life with his sweet gestures.

At times, it felt like a dream to have someone like him in my life. Everything felt perfect. Still, a small part of me remained afraid of the future.

Although I had cleared everything about my relationship with Adrian, I hadn't discussed my baby with Alessandro. As I continued eating my ice cream, my mind wandered through various scenarios.

I knew Alessandro loved me, but the fact that I carried Adrian's child filled me with anxiety. What if Alessandro didn't want the baby? The thought terrified me.

He wanted a future with me, but he hadn't said anything about the baby yet. I feared that he might tell me he didn't want the child, and if that was the case, I would have no choice but to leave him. I loved Alessandro, but I couldn't compromise my child. My baby was my top priority.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I put down the ice cream and made my way to the door.

When I opened it, my heart skipped a beat. Alessandro stood in front of me.

"Hey, beautiful. How are you?" he greeted me, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Hey. I'm good. When did you get back from Chicago? Weren't you supposed to be there for another two days?" I asked as he stepped inside.