His Promise: The Mafia's Babies // MOVED TO RADISH/GOODNOVEL

CHAPTER 3

"Are you sick again?" Faith nagged me while we were watching a movie. I ran to the bathroom for what would be the fourth time today and was exhausted.

I had been feeling for this for three months now and my body felt close to giving up on me, but I knew this was probably because I tended to overwork myself.

"Don't worry, it's nothing!" I yelled back and gargled some mouthwash in the hopes of getting the disgusting taste from my mouth. No matter what happened, even if I was on the verge of dying, I had to do whatever I could do so I could at least pay my rent this month so getting sick was not an option.

While everyone had a family to turn to I didn't and was all on my own like I had always been. Of course, there was no harm in asking Faith or Luna for money because I knew they would gladly do it, but if anything I felt embarrassed. I was already at the age where I should've been able to take care of myself but I couldn't.

"I told you to not eat that bread with Cheetos, you always eat the most disgusting things." Faith complained and made her way over to the bathroom. I quickly put away the mouthwash and pretended to be fine. "It's not disgusting, I saw it on a Colombian cooking channel, it's safe!"

Faith scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disapproval. "Girl, I know you're desperate to learn Spanish and to get to know your culture and all but maybe we should leave the recipes for when you actually know what they're saying."

"Alright, I'll ask Luna next time." I pouted to get her off my back and went back to my bedroom to continue the movie. After the movie had ended, Faith had left and I didn't know how fast to run to the toilet to throw up once again. Me being the person I had googled my symptoms but stopped extremely quick when it ended with all sorts of diseases.

The next day I felt even worse than I did yesterday but I still went to work, determined to not miss a single day. I took in everything I could to make myself feel better but failed as it didn't work. Just the same as every night I looked in the mirror and turned around to look at my body. The outfits I wore usually hugged my body but today it didn't.

"Luna, do I look fat?" I asked and looked over at the girl who was applying her lipstick. She stopped whatever she was doing and turned her head to my direction to take a good look at my stomach and shrugged her shoulders."No, but you gained a bit of weight, looks good on you though."

While Luna didn't know the impact her words had and went back to what she was doing, my stomach was doing turns because I knew it wasn't supposed to be like that. I had been on a strict diet to maintain my body and there was no reason as to why I had gained weight.

"Girl, you just gained weight, you're not pregnant stop overreacting." Luna laughed at me and walked out of the dressing room, leaving me behind. My legs felt weak and I fell to the floor while burying my head between my hands. This could not be happening.

This could not be happening...

But there was no other explanation for the symptoms I was experiencing. There was no other explanation for me having gained weight or for me throwing up several times a day. There was no reason other than me being pregnant.

No Serena, stop overreacting, you are not pregnant.

I got up from the floor and looked into the mirror one more time, but no matter how much I tried to convince myself there was no way. All the signs I had shown were leading towards me being pregnant. Only when I felt something wet on my cheek I had realized that I was crying.

No matter what, I couldn't be pregnant. There was only one person who could be the father, and that person was the man who wouldn't even give me the time of his day, the man who wouldn't even give me as much as a glare every time he walked past me and acted as nothing had happened between us, and that man was Christian.