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20. Bits from Pregnancy Crisis: Before Dark

Switzerland

Misty's eyes kept following the worker who took three rounds with loads of heavy shopping bags before politely asking Kyrill's permission to leave.

The silence which followed was difficult to handle as both of them stood like stones. The tension now made Misty wish for anyone...just anyone to come and rescue her out of the awkward situation.

A part of Misty wanted to ease her guards down and thank him properly for everything he ever did for her, but a part of her also kept flashing scenes of times when this almighty man choosed violence as a solution and rammed all his opponents into pulp right infront of her.

She pinched the end of her dress. That's it....Elevating her head, her eyes coincided with his dark ones again.
Now that she payed close attention, those were actually striking grey in colour. Sparkling like Rubies against his spotless skin and well sheltered under those naturally well shaped eyebrows.

Those silky cloud of brown hair whose tresses beautifully adorned his forehead somehow made him look harmless.
She also payed attention to his cheeks which at the moment were matching the colour of the pink roses she collected early in the morning for flower vase for her room after Aunt Ruth's permission.

how's it possible!! She herself witnessed time and again the ferocity with which Kyrill Fernandez fought and the way he pounced and dare she say even killed his enemies.
Not even a tiny minuscule scratch, after all of that!! - her inner self questioned.

Loud scrunching of plastic pouch shook her out of her stupid inspection, now finding even the tips of Kyrill's ears turning red while clenching hard onto the pouch he held in his large hand.

"Umh..hi!" There...she said it. Her pathetic squeak of a Hi.

She waited for him to roll his eyes or throw a sarcastic line at her antics, but no...he just stood there like a wax. As if calculating his next actions and which he did by taking a smooth step close, while extending the pouch towards her.

She took over the pouch silently, as even her consciousness told that this uptight man won't talk...like ever. Her fingers dwindled with the knot before easing them out to finds multiple strips of medicines which she saw were enlisted on her medical report were essential for her situation.

Now she failed to understand how to react.
While the gesture was thoughtful.....she needed to be healthy for the little life in her. Then why was it making her sad!

She should have felt relief that there were people to take care of her, when her own family threw her out.
It was her own decision to not have abortion. She couldn't do that.

Then why was this feeling of shame brewing inside her anything!!
Why was there this intense need in her to keep this entire prospect of being pregnant a secret from the world?

"Thank you" she looked back at him with a well maintained smile, literally consuming her entire strength to veil that dark inner trauma.

He kept staring at her smiling face with his own blank look, as if challenging her to see for how long a fake smile lasts.
But who was she kidding to! Real or not... why would he care?

He clenched his jaw before nodding at her and taking a quick scan around her room, settling for a few seconds on the alarmed Peecoo.

"Those bag-s! Did you.." She tried asking about them, only to get interrupted by his rough words

"Taking care of you is an obligation, by which I and Field family are bound." He clenched his jaw, but kept his tone normal, effectively hurting as well as intimidating Misty.