LOVE'S QUAGMIRE [18+]

Chapter 25: Cyrus

Wednesday, 11th September 1991

1:00 p.m.

Dear Elsie,

How are you? I hope you're doing well. I'm fine too. On August 31st, we visited a renowned gynecologist of the country Dr. Agatha, who confirmed that I was four weeks pregnant. Adrian eagerly asked about the baby's health, his eyes were gleaming with excitement at the thought of becoming a father.

 I couldn't help but smile, he looked so cute and protective; I know he would be an amazing dad. The doctor chuckled at his enthusiasm and explained that it was too early to assess the baby's health but emphasized the importance of my well-being for the baby's development.

Adrian then inquired about when we could find out the baby's gender, to which the doctor replied, typically around the fifth month. Personally, I wasn't too keen on knowing the gender beforehand. I believe that the surprise of finding out during childbirth is more magical than knowing beforehand.

Like just imagine the incredible feeling of giving birth and finding out the gender right then and there. It's way more amazing than knowing, don't you think?

We were heading back home, I was looking out from the window while Adrian was buzzing with excitement, chatting about the baby non-stop while flipping the pages of his files. I was just lost in my own thoughts until he suddenly asked, "What do you want?"

I gave him this confused look, and he chuckled, saying he wanted a baby boy, his little dude. I peeked at his tablet, he was adding all these expensive toys and clothes in blue and green to his cart. Meanwhile, I sat there thinking I wanted a girl, but I'd be happy either way. "I'd be cool with either," I told him. But he was so sure it was going to be a boy. He even leaned down, pecked my stomach, and said, "Daddy's waiting for you, little boy," making me smile, even though I was still unsure.

I couldn't shake off this worry—what if it's a girl? Would he be disappointed? But Adrian isn't like that, is he?

I decided to ask him, "And what if it's a baby girl?"

His response was kinda vague. He said we'd see but he was pretty sure it was a boy, still busy typing away on his tablet. I didn't know what to make of it.

Well now it's time for lunch, and Victoria's probably coming soon to call me down. Then I gotta take my medicines too.

Bye,

Evie

I was just about to flip to the next page to find out what happened next when a knock at the door startled me and I quickly hid the journal.

"Come in,"  Catherine entered the room.

"Mrs. Rey—" she began, but I cut her off with a glare. "I mean, Daphne, lunch is ready," she corrected herself quickly.

I nodded and noticed her glancing towards the screen. I gestured for her to come closer, pointing to the space beside me. 

"I'm sorry Daphne, I can't join you. It wouldn't be right, I'm afraid. Mr. Reynolds wouldn't approve, and it's against the rules for me to sit with the Reynolds," she explained, avoiding my gaze.

I shot her a frustrated glare. 

Why is she always so scared and stuck on following the rules? 

"I'm telling you, sit," I insisted, but she hesitated. 

"Seriously, are you still going to deny?" I pressed, and she reluctantly edged towards me, finally sitting down at the edge of the couch.