I was waiting for Eric. The entire day. But he didn't come. I just wanted to tell him that I am pregnant and what are we gonna do now. We were not in a good term. He was the father of my kid and I could not do anything without asking him. I thought he would not like to have a family. I knew that he was always alone and he would never want to have a family. The family that would not allow him to be a play boy. I was waiting for him in his room thinking he would come and meet me and talk to me about our kid.
I slept off while waiting for him. I did not know what happened. When I got up in the morning, there was no one in the room and he didn't come I guess. I went to ask the maids whether he came or not. They said he didn't come. I understood that he didn't want this kid. So as I said to his secretary, I was going to take decisions on my own. I would not ask him anything. It was good that atleast I had someone to accompany me to face all the problems... Whether it was a son or a daughter, it could be with me at my hard times.
I was so happy that he didn't come. He wanted me to abort our kids, what would I do?? It was not that he was heartless. It was a marriage which we both didn't want. So the child would suffer like a hell. But I would not allow that to happen to my kid. Whenever I was messing around, and fought with my mom, my mom used to say that when I have my own kids, I would know it. It was just one day after knowing that I would be a mother soon, but it was such a good feel that I could explain.
I started buying dresses, toys, and so many things for my kid. I didnt know the gender of my baby. I didn't want to know. I wanted to keep it secret from myself. So I didn't do anything to know about it. I started buying dresses for both boy and girl child. I could make them wear both.
It had been more than a month, but my bastard husband didn't come home. I really didn't want to know whom he was fucking. So I didn't try to contact. I was simply enjoying my pregnancy period. Even though morning sickness was something you would hate.
My maid got one small sweater for my baby. She was around 50 years old. She was talking care of me like a mother. I didn't know whether my mother and father when after the fall of Aspiration. I tried to contact them but it was all waste. I was not able to contact. I dropped even a lot of email to my dad and mom. Even that didn't help. But our maid Mary was fulfilling the place of mother during my pregnancy. I loved that sweater a lot. I was pink color sweater and it had cute red color rose flower embroidery on the left side. She made this sweater on her own and it took almost a month for her to finish. But It was all worth to do that. I took a picture of that sweater and posted it in my Instagram account with a caption "My little bunny is so happy receiving gift from Grandma". I posted it for my parents. If they saw it, they would try to contact me atleast. But I didn't know how would they react. Because it was Eric's kid. It was a kid of person who destroyed everyone within a day to feed his ego. But still I was hoping they would be happy.
After 2 hours, Eric came home. I didn't know why he came. But I didn't bother to ask. I was sitting on the couch in living hall. When I saw him, I wanted to go inside, I stood up and about to leave. When Eric spoke. "I want to talk to you" he said with a low voice. I could feel the danger in the air. I turned to look at him. His face was so red in anger. "Yes, tell me" I was so freaked out inside seeing his red chilly face. But I could not show it. I didn't want to make him anger anymore. Because if he would do something like hitting, it was to dangerous for my bunny. So I wanted to cooperate and ease his anger. "What the fucking meaning of that post?" He asked it while come near to me. "Which post are you talking about?" I asked with a doubt. He opened his phone and showed me the picture I posted few hours before. "Can you explain?" He asked. "What do you mean by can you explain? You know that it is for our kid. Mary did it. I posted it to thank her" I blurted angry. How could he ask me to explain?
"Our Kid?" He asked it with a big question mark on his face. I was completely pissed. "Oh, Don't Tell me that you don't know it" I asked him sarcastically and turned to leave that place. "I don't know" he answered with a plain voice. I was shocked to listen. I turned my head to look at him. He was such a jerk always. But I have never seen him react like this. His eyes were filled with tears. I even more shocked to see him cry.
I stood there seeing him cry. He rushed to me and hugged me tightly. He hugged me like a baby hugging their toys when someone trying to snatch from them. He started kissing my neck roughly. Then he lifted his head to look at me. He saw into my eyes for good 2 minutes and lowered his head to kiss. I didn't know whether to push him away or stay still. I stood simply and let him do whatever he wanted. He captured my lips and started kissing it loving. It was our first proper kiss after our marriage. I held his head and started responding to his kiss. He broke our kiss and rested his head on my shoulder. "Thank you so much for keeping a jerk's kid. Thank you so much. I promise you whatever our problem is, I would never allow our kid to experience it. I will take care of our bunny" He blurted out softly. I never seen this side of him.