Being His

Chapter 38

Ezekiel found himself drawn to the dark-skinned, ethereal figure kneeling at the toilet in her room. Freyja had been sick recently, and it seemed to be getting worse. He watched as she leaned over the toilet, her long, curly raven hair held in her hand as she hurled her insides up into it. The sound of her retching echoed through the room, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. When she straightened up, her face was pale and wan, but soon she was hunched over the bowl again. Ezekiel crossed the room in a matter of seconds, taking over, holding Freyja's hair, and rubbing her back.

"You've been sick a lot lately," he said gently, his voice barely audible over the sound of her retching.

Freyja nodded, her face still pale. Freyja turned her head slightly, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes "Yeah," She paused, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then, in a whisper, she added, "That's to be expected when you're expecting." Ezekiel didn't comprehend what she had said, but when he did, it was like a punch to the gut. His heart skipped a beat, and his hands felt numb. He pulled away from her, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.

"You're... pregnant?" He managed to choke out. His heart was racing, and his mind was reeling. He couldn't believe what she had just said. Freyja nodded, her expression a mix of fear and hope. She handed him the five pregnancy tests she had taken earlier that morning. He couldn't help but feel a mix of shock, disbelief, and overwhelming happiness wash over him. "I'm going to be a father." That was all she needed to hear to know that Ezekiel wanted this baby as much as she did. This baby was proof of their love. Ezekiel took a deep breath, trying to process this new information. He looked down at Freyja, who was still kneeling on the floor, and felt a warmth spread through his chest. He reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. Her gaze drifted up to meet his, and for a moment, they both stood there in silence, taking in the enormity of the situation. Then, without another word, Ezekiel wrapped his strong arms around Freyja, pulling her close. He felt her soft curves press against his chest, and he breathed in her sweet, familiar scent. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Freyja nodded, sniffling a little. "I'm just really tired. And nauseated. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure, but..." She trailed off, her eyes filling with tears again.

"I'm here with you, Freyja," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to be the best father I can be. And I promise you, our child will grow up in a loving home, surrounded by people who will cherish them."

Freyja buried her face in Ezekiel's chest, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you so much, and I love our child."

The realization that they had created a life together was overwhelming, but Ezekiel could feel a newfound strength coursing through him. He would protect them, provide for them, and make sure they never wanted for anything.

"We're going to need to tell the family," he said, finally finding his voice.

Freyja nodded, her face still buried in his chest. "I know. They're going to be so happy."

Ezekiel took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He knew they had to tell the family, but he was dreading the reaction of Francis and Frank. They were protective of Freyja, and they might not take the news well. Still, he couldn't keep this secret from them any longer. "Alright, let's go tell them together," he said, gathering Freyja's hand in his. Ezekiel could feel the weight of their news pressing down on him as they made their way to the living room. He knew that their lives were about to change in a profound way, and he wanted everyone to share in their joy.

When they entered the room, the others looked up at them expectantly. Francis was the first to speak. "You two have a look on your faces," he said. "Is everything alright?" Ezekiel swallowed hard and glanced at Freyja, who nodded encouragingly. He took a deep breath and began to speak. "Freyja and I have some news to share with you." The room grew quiet, and all eyes turned to him. "She's pregnant," he said, his voice steady despite the weight of the revelation.

Frank let out a whoop of joy and stood up to clap Ezekiel on the back. "Congratulations, son!" he exclaimed.

"This is wonderful news!" Francis and Freyja's mother shed tears of happiness, her faces alight with joy. "We're going to have a grandchild!" she exclaimed, pulling Freyja into a tight embrace. "Oh, dear, I can't wait to spoil them rotten."

Ezekiel couldn't help but smile at the outpouring of love and support from his family. It was a welcome relief after the fear and uncertainty he'd felt earlier. He glanced over at Freyja, who was grinning from ear to ear, tears of happiness streaming down her face. "I love you, Ezekiel," she whispered. "I love you so much."

Frank pulled Ezekiel into a firm embrace. "You're going to be an amazing father, just like Enzo," he said, patting him on the back. "And Freyja, I know you'll make a fantastic mother." The room continued to buzz with excited conversation as everyone shared their well-wishes and advice for the expectant parents.

As the initial shock began to wear off, Ezekiel found himself reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this point. The obstacles they had faced, the doubts they had overcome, and the love that had grown between them. He looked over at Freyja, now beaming with pride and joy, and knew that together they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.