Rekindled Rendezvous

Chapter Five

*Seven Months Later*

I smiled in my sleep, feeling the sun's rays shine brightly on my face. I moaned in delight, feeling the exhaustion of last night vanquish my body.

But suddenly, that feeling was replaced by a gurgling that emerged from the pit of my stomach. I could feel bile start to raise at my throat and I dashed out of bed, straight toward the bathroom.

Before I could reach the toilet in time, I barfed all over the bathroom floor, the beige vomit staining the beautiful white marble tiles. I winced at a pounding headache that was starting to emerge deep inside my head and stumbled to the ground, letting out a groan.

Footsteps echoed behind me but I didn't dare to turn my head and barf at whoever was behind me. A large, warm hand touched my back and I leaned back into the caress of Oliver.

"Honey," he whispered. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been experiencing morning sickness for quite some time now,"

He gently kisses my cheek. Oliver and I were happily in love. After getting over our problems, we bonded over the silliest of things.

I started developing feelings for him and Oliver felt the same way. He was sweet, caring, kind, compassionate and romantic.

"I probably have the flu or something," I waved it off. Oliver sometimes worried a bit too much for me.

"Don't you think it might be something else?"

I turned my head to look at him, careful to avoid the bile on the floor.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He hesitated before staring into my eyes.

"Do you think there's a chance you might be pregnant?"

At that moment, my heart stuttered to a complete stop. My breath became frantic as I took in the situation. "You think?" I cried in alarm.

"Maybe," Oliver's face was expressionless, observing my reaction.

"We have to tell Mother!" I cried, running out of the room, long forgetting the vomit on the ground.

As we made our way down the staircase to the bottom floor, I glimpsed a bundle of maids hurried into Oliver and my room to clean up the mess.

After the engagement ceremony, Father forced Oliver to move into my spacious bedroom. Of course, Oliver and I had not a problem with that.

Father wanted the wedding ceremony to be early April, which was one month away, but we told him to wait a little longer.

I spotted my mother in the kitchen, tapping away on her phone. "Mom!" I cried, running toward her.

She looked up, startled. "Yes, darling?" After the scandal with Father and the model, Mother decided to take things into her own hands and confront him. He apologized and Mother forgave him.

All was well, as, over the months, Mother got rid of the dullness she carried around herself months ago. I stared at my mother, who's back was turned to mine.

When she turned around, I felt a smile stretch my lips. Mother was wearing a frilly pink apron, her hair tied into a tight bun, her body almost radiating waves of happiness.

"Mom, I think I'm pregnant," I told her, awkwardly fidgeting with my hands. Never would I expect me to say such a thing, especially at a young age.

Mother gaped at me, almost dropping the bowl of pancake mix if Oliver hadn't caught the bowl in time. She continued to stare at me, eyes wide. "Are you sure?" she asked.

I chewed my bottom lip, thoughtfully. "I've been experiencing morning sickness for the past week. Oliver thinks I might be pregnant, but we're not sure."

Mother nodded. "Let's not get our hopes up. I'll go to the store and get you a pregnancy test, alright?"

I nodded and left the room, Oliver behind me.

"What if I'm pregnant?" I nervously asked, chewing my nails. Oliver's eyes softened as he stepped in front of me.

"So what?" he asked, entwining our fingers together. He gently traced circles across my pale skin, staring into my eyes. "If you are pregnant, nothing changes. This won't be a weak spot in our relationship. In fact, our child will a strengthening point in our relationship."

I felt tears well up in my eyes. "That's so sweet!" I cried, flinging my arms around him and cuddling into his side. He gently stroked my hair and paused.

"What do you want to name our child?" 

Hysteria bubbled in my stomach and I burst out laughing. "Oh, Oliver!" I giggled. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant yet!"

He snorted, his hair flopping up. "I'm pretty sure you are," he said. 

I frowned. "Alright, I think I want to name our baby Mateo if it's a boy and Carmella if it's a girl!" I grinned.

Oliver nodded. "Both names are beautiful," he said. "But regardless of what the child's name or gender will be, I'm glad you're the one."

I grinned. "Yup!" I giggled, jumping a little. 

A few hours later, Mom arrived home with a bulky bag. "What's in there?" I asked, peering into the bag. 

"A pregnancy test," she explained. Mom pushed me into the bathroom and after three failed attempts, I finally urinated. 

A few minutes later, I was staring at the results. "Mom?" I called out shakily.

Instantly, both Mother and Oliver were by my side, staring at the results in my hands.

"Oh," Mom said. "This is a problem."

Oliver's head quickly turned to look at her. "What, why? This is great!"

I smiled a bit at Oliver's words but Mother was not happy. "Your father will want to speed up the marriage arrangements! You'll be put under a lot of stress, it'll be better to get an abortion,"

My mouth dropped and Oliver glared at Mother, snatching me into his arms and wrapping his hands protectively around my belly. 

"That is definitely not happening," he snapped, his dark eyes ablaze. "We will deal with this ourselves, no one said you had to help. If we have to get married to keep this marriage, so be it!" 

My heart swelled at his words. Oliver was usually a huge softie and suck up when it came to my mom, they loved each other to death. But to see Oliver so protective over something we only found out was real a few minutes ago was both endearing and a relief. 

However, my mom did not feel the same way I did about Oliver's comment. "Fine," she scowled. "Go tell your father."

Author's Note:

I've reached 300 reads! Thank you for those who've read, voted and commented on this book. It really does mean a lot to me!

I understand I have a few errors in the previous chapters and probably this chapter as well. However, I will go back and fix those when I have the time. At the moment, I'm progressing into completing the book. 

I'm still unsure whether or not I want to do the depression twist with Alessia's life. I mean, it sure would be interesting, but would you guys like it? Please tell me what you think.

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-Nisha