HIS PRETENSE BRIDE

CHAPTER 41

Alexa's POV

Each passing day, all I can think of is how I'm not pregnant. 

I'm not pregnant. I'm not pregnant. I'm not pregnant. 

Xander is not saying anything but I want him to say something. I want him to ask me why I'm not pregnant. I want him to yell at me. I want him to scream and ask me what is wrong with my body.

Since the first time we've been intimate, we have never made use of condoms or protection. And I stopped taking the pills months ago. Especially as my dating and sex life was non-existent. So, I thought it would be easy for me to have a child. For me to give Xander a child and not fail him.

But the clock keeps ticking and I'm nowhere near being pregnant. 

I walk out of the walk-in closet in a summer dress, my hair wrapped into a ponytail. Xander looks up from the bed where he has been waiting for me. From the way we are dressed, one wouldn't think that we are heading to the hospital.

After a few days of hounding Xander, I got him to follow me to the hospital to see a fertility doctor. She made us carry out some tests after I insisted even though she examined my clinical records to note that I'm fine. And today is the day we get to go see the doctor to understand the results came back with.

I pass Xander a small smile filled with nerves as I walk up to him with my purse in hand. He gets up from the bed and stops in front of me, holding me.

“I should be flying you out for this. She shouldn't be privy to our struggles,” he says, referring to Eva. Eva owns the best medical care in NY. And medical care has branches everywhere in NY. It's difficult to use any of them without her knowledge. 

Our struggles. 

I try to make that sink in as I flash him a calming smile I don't feel. 

“It's okay,” I tell him. “It will be a waste of time to go somewhere else when we have hospitals right under our nose.” I tell him.

Xander sighs and rubs my arm, fleshing out the goosebumps that have taken root over them. I smile and let him hook my arm with his before walking out of the room. I greet the available staffs one after the other till we arrive at the car. It's not the usual car we always go out with so I turn to Xander to make sure.

“Yep, it's been a while since I rode this baby,” he tells me as he unlocks the door for me to get in. I can see the bodyguards getting into their cat as well. They've never bothered me. They always keep their distance unless there is a potential threat and there hasn't been so far.

I settle into the back seat while Xander shuts the door. Seconds later, Xander settles down beside me while Stanley takes the wheel. Xander's phone starts to ring and when he takes it out of his pocket, I catch a familiar face on the screen. I wait for him to finish talking on the phone before I bring it up. 

“Who is that?” I ask, pointing at his phone which he is about to shove into his pocket. 

“Huh?” He asks, looking down at his phone. Xander doesn't hesitates as he hands me his phone. 

I stare at the dead screen, dumbfounded by how easily he hands me the phone. 

“You can touch my phone, you know? Do whatever you want on it. Or with it. I don't mind.” He shrugs, nonchalantly. I blink, dumbfounded. 

“That's not—” 

“Alexa, you are my wife. You should have access to my phone.” He says with ease.