Possessive InLove

Chapter 38: Signs and Silence

Chapter 38: Signs and Silence

Rena's POV

It started as little things. A wave of nausea here, a headache there. I told myself it was just the stress-after all, life with Filip was anything but simple. His world was dangerous, and adjusting to it was overwhelming. But soon, the symptoms became harder to ignore.

I found myself feeling tired all the time, even though I was getting plenty of sleep. My appetite had changed too-I couldn't stand the smell of coffee, which I usually loved, and I started craving the strangest things. At first, I laughed it off, thinking it was just a phase. But when I realized I was over a week late, my heart sank.

The idea hit me like a lightning bolt, and I immediately felt a rush of panic. Could I be pregnant? My hands trembled as I went to the drugstore and bought a pregnancy test. I sat in the bathroom, staring at the small white stick, my heart racing as I waited for the results.

Two lines. Positive.

I stared at the test, my breath catching in my throat. It was real. I was pregnant. A flood of emotions hit me all at once-fear, excitement, uncertainty. I hadn't planned for this, and I knew Filip hadn't either.

I waited until the evening to tell him, trying to gather the courage. When he came home, I could barely contain my nerves. We sat down, and I held the test in my hands, feeling its weight as if it could somehow make everything less terrifying.

"Filip, I need to talk to you," I said, my voice shaking slightly.

He looked up from his phone, his expression turning serious. "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath and handed him the test. "I'm pregnant."

Filip's POV

Pregnant.

The word echoed in my head, drowning out everything else. I stared at the test Rena handed me, my mind spinning in a thousand directions. We hadn't planned for this. Not now. Not with everything going on.

I wasn't ready. Hell, I didn't even know what to say.

I looked at Rena, her face full of hope and fear, waiting for my reaction. But I had nothing. My thoughts were a mess, tangled with panic and uncertainty. The responsibility, the danger of my world, everything felt too heavy to handle with a child involved.

"I-" I started, but the words wouldn't come out right. "I don't know what to say."

Her face fell, the hope in her eyes dimming. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just... I needed to tell you."

I stood up, running my hand through my hair as I started to pace the room. My mind was racing, but I couldn't focus on anything but the overwhelming pressure that had just dropped on me. How could I keep her safe now? How could I bring a child into this life-into my world?

"I need some space," I blurted out before I could stop myself. "I need to think."

"Space?" Rena asked, her voice small, hurt seeping into her tone. "Filip, this is happening. I need you here with me."

I turned to face her, guilt crashing over me as I saw the pain in her eyes. But I couldn't handle this. Not now. Not like this. "I just... I need time to figure this out, Rena. I can't think straight right now."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to shield herself from the words I had just thrown at her. "So, you're leaving? Just like that?"

"I'm not leaving," I said quickly, but the words felt hollow. "I just need to clear my head. This is too much, too fast. I don't know how to deal with this."

"I didn't plan for this either," she whispered, her voice shaking. "But we're in this together, Filip. I thought... I thought we'd face it together."

I could see how much I was hurting her, but the panic in my chest was suffocating. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I knew was that I needed space. Space to figure out how I could handle this, if I could at all.

"I just need some time, Rena. Please," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I'll be back."

Without waiting for her response, I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door, leaving her standing there, tears streaming down her face. As I stepped outside into the cool night air, the weight of my decision pressed down on me.

But all I could think was that I wasn't ready. Not for this. Not yet.