Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Thirty Six

A couple of weeks went by, and I still didn't say a word to Lucian. He brought up having a baby at least five times, because he thought I was still upset about it. And I am, so I either avoided the subject, pretended not to hear him, or told him to shut up about it. Of course, not that rude. And I still said nothing about me being pregnant.

So as soon as that second week came, it hit me like a tidal wave. I started getting morning sickness. And he's starting to notice. So I have to fake having sniffles and cheat fevers.

"Stop petting me I am not your dog," I mumbled, but didn't exactly hate how concerned he was. "I'm not petting you, I'm just making sure you're well, sweetheart. I don't want you to gain a worse fever." I had two heat pads stuffed in my bra that was making me hot and sweaty, and he has no idea because I'm wearing a sports bra and tank top and t-shirt over that bra.

"And I love you for that but I'm fine." I roll onto my side and my head rests on his upper leg. My hand stays on my stomach, because I couldn't stop thinking about this baby. "You don't have to stay home."

"But I want to. It's my job to take care of my woman." What he said spiked up memories in my brain and I laughed. "You haven't referenced to me as your woman since before we were official!"

"Well you are my woman. You'll always be my woman." He lifts my left hand and places a kiss. I feel like he's saying things that accidentally try to assure me that everything will be a-okay when I tell him about his unborn child. It won't. Trust me. And it's not like I can hide being pregnant, I'll be big as a house in eight and a half months. He'll notice my getting bigger as soon as I'm in my third month. "And you'll always be my man, Lucian. Can you do something for me?" I discreetly remove the heat pads from my bra because my bra was soaked.

"Anything."

"Get off your goddamn laptop and cuddle me like you mean it!" I demanded, rolling onto my other side to wait for those strong arms of his to hold me tight. He laughed and put his laptop away, then came down to do what I wanted. He kissed the crown of my head and kept me secure back against his chest. "I'll risk getting sick."

"You better. I love you babe." I smiled, and since he couldn't see I turned toward him. His cute dimples express themselves when he smiles back. "I love you too." He kissed the bridge of my nose and I scrunch up my face as he did.

I dropped the sick act after about another week and a half, because I guess the morning sickness was dialing back for a few days, cause I wasn't throwing up anymore. For the rest of October, I was silent about the fetus growing in me. November occurred, and I realized that I was getting married in three weeks. So that meant I had three weeks to announce I was pregnant.

By now, I was nearly two months. The day I get married is two weeks after my birthday, so Lucian's on a happy excitement 'I marry the love of my life this month yay' streak. This, was the perfect opportunity to tell him.

But I don't.

Well, I haven't yet. It was two days before my birthday and I was working up the courage to tell my husband that I'm five weeks pregnant. Even though the baby is basically the size of a sunflower seed, I've gained about an inch or two around my lower stomach. I do have to pee a lot and it's annoying the fuck out of me. And not to mention my boobs are constantly in pain. Like someone's been squeezing them for ten years straight. TMI? You try dealing with this.

My constant bad mood is starting to get noticeable, Lucian hadn't brought up our worse than he thinks baby situation much in a couple weeks but lately he's been worrying extra because of me and my easy irritability. He continuously asks me what's wrong, and I form my throat and lips to say 'I'm pregnant', but what comes out is some excuse like 'I just have a killer headache' or 'I've been waiting for the second season of my favorite anime but they keep postponing the release date'.