My eyes widened and I couldn't speak at all. I looked at her looking at me from head to toe.
How can she tell?
"M-mom," even Zach was surprised about it.
"Anthony!!!!!" She suddenly screamed her husband's name. I looked at Zach trembling and didn't know what to do.
I didn't expect to be caught like this. I wanted to tell them myself but I ended up being found out right when she saw me.
"What is it?" Tito Anthony came down the stairs in no time wondering what happened.
"T-tito," I gulped and stepped back.
"It's a very big news!" She said, "Xhyrah is pregnant!" She said and clapped.
And this wasn't the reaction that I was expecting.
"Wait, pregnant?" My eyes widened again when I heard Aira talk from up the stairs and came running down to see me.
"Oh really? Congratulations!" Tito Anthony said and came to hug me. Tita Amelia did the same thing too.
I didn't expect this at all, I was hoping for a more serious conversation.
"H-how can you tell?" I asked them.
"Because you two were standing close to each other," Tita Amelia said, "Come on, you should've told me earlier so I could prepare a fancier dinner," and she went inside the kitchen.
"Xhyrah, oh my god," I immediately went to look at Aira, she was holding her phone in her right hand while the other is covering her mouth. I looked at Zacha and gave him a look. He immediately got it and follower both Tita Amelia and Tito Anthony inside the kitchen.
"I know this is so surprising," I told her,
"Oh My god, I cannot believe this, when did--" she paused and looked at me, I know what she's thinking but I cannot confirm it to her myself, "That night when you went here and I was out partying?"
I didn't say anything. It was so embarrassing to say.
"Oh so when I asked you if he did a nice job comforting you, you said 'yes' so that's what ha--"
"Aira!" I stopped her and looked at the back to see if Zach is listening to us. "Shut the fuck up!"
"Yiee," she smirked and pushed my hand away from her mouth. "So, are you getting married?"
"We are already married,"
She paused as if she just stopped working.
"Wait, how did you do it? I didn't get any invitation, was I not invited?" she asked as if it was the most terrible thing that I have done to her.
"No, we signed papers and that's it,"
Her mouth fell open and looked at me for a few seconds. "MOM!!!!"
And the atmosphere that I was expecting came, they were very disappointed with how the marriage turned out.
"Why didn't you marry each other in a church?" Tito Anthony asked using a grumpy tone. They are not even looking at us.
"We both agreed on it, Dad," Zach answered. "and," he looked at me. "She might not want to be pregnant at her wedding so," I looked away. I don't know why my cheeks are turning red.
"Then you should've just given her a ring," Aira butted in.
They are all blaming Zach for this. Honestly, I never even thought about marrying Zach in a church. Because when we agreed about getting married, a few days later, the papers came. Now that I think about it, it really was fast but unnecessary.
It's not that I was also disappointed about it, and if I am going to choose, I think this was fine than marrying Zach in a church when we don't even have feelings for each other and just married each other for the sake of the baby's future and my parent's opinion.
I gulped before starting to talk, "I-it's fine, we can just do it after the pregnancy," I butted in, "Let's just let things be the way it is, it's fine as long as we got married," I said awkwardly. I couldn't even glance at Zacha and kept my eyes on Tita and Tito looking at me while I was talking.
"Well, you're right," they said.
I finally breathe normally and the atmosphere became less scary. "So, have you had your first check-up?" Tita asked me,
"Y-yeah," I answered,
"Have you had an ultrasound already?' she asked again. Excitement can be heard in her tone.
"Yes, Tita,"
"OMG! Can I see?" she asked. I immediately took my phone out and showed her the pics of the ultrasound I took earlier. "OMG! Anthony, A grandchild1' she said and smacked Tito Anthony's shoulders and they both looked at the pictures. The same goes for Aira.
Looking at them made me very happy. I didn't expect to be treated like this. They weren't even mad about us, just the fact that we didn't marry in a church though. But I am so glad that I made it, I have finally told them and now, I can move freely without any worries of anyone finding out.
The next day, I had a talk with Zach.
"I'll work at home from now," he suddenly told me,
"Huh? Why?" I asked him,
"I'll keep you company--"
"I can stay here on my own, I'm not sick, Zach," I told him.
He sighed. "Alright,"
And the next day, I was left alone in the house. I was all alone inside this very huge house and I kind of felt lonely but happy at the same time. I have always dreamed of this. Being able to walk around the house as free as I can as if it was my own house.
The only thing is that it wasn't mine at all but at least I am alone. I went out of the shower with an oversized shirt and underwear on, I looked at myself and smirked.
I walked down the kitchen to get some food while scrolling on my Instagram. I was thinking about whether I reveal my pregnancy to my 5 thousand followers or not. I already took a picture of the ultrasound and all I am left to do is to post it.
I took out a loaf of bread and put butter on it along with a glass of milk and I sat on the high chair on the counter and continued editing the picture to my satisfaction when I was done, I thought about whether I would post it or not.
A lot of people comment on my posts and tell me nice things and support me with what I do. And I think it's fine to tell all of them about my pregnancy. And it's not that I don't want anyone to know about it though.
I clicked post and put my phone down to continue eating the bread but a few seconds later, I stopped when I heard my phone ring and saw Zach's name pop up the screen.
"Hello," I said when I answered the call,
"The mailman might come and see you walking around the house like that, Xhyrah"
"What--" I looked at myself, "How did you know?!"
"I was monitoring you through the camera,"
"Why are you doing that?"
"I was worried something might happen that I might not be able to know,"
"That's weird," I said and went out of my seat and looked for the cameras. "Stop it,"
"Fine, but dress up properly. The mailman can see you from the post. Why are you walki--"
I stopped the call and raised my middle finger in front of the camera. I was so annoyed knowing that he sees my every move. That was creepy as hell why is he doing that?! Something might happen? WTF? Like I slip while walking down the stairs and die?
THat can happen, "Tsk," I said and went up the stairs carefully and went inside the room.
I checked my phone again and received multiple notifications from my followers congratulating me on my pregnancy. My chest felt warm all of a sudden as I look at the comments and as I curled myself on the bed.
I scrolled down the comment section and saw a message that I wasn't expecting. I looked at it again thinking that I might've read it wrong but I didn't.
@Y2020
You can't take care of that bay
You're too young to have that
Poor baby
Who's the daddy? A hoe from the streets?
I bet the baby will regret being born
Just abort the baby, we all know you can't take care of it
It was my first time seeing such comments on my post and I already felt like crying. I was so mad that I couldn't even calm myself down even after blocking and reporting the account.
I dropped my phone and thought about nice things to calm myself down but it just can't get out of my mind.
At first, I was so mad about the comments but a few minutes later, I felt very worried.
Can I take care of the baby even after the pregnancy?
That short question made me overthink for quite a few hours.
I know that I shouldn't be worrying about a random comment from a troll but that person just made me think of the possible future for my baby. I wonder if I can take care of it or will they aby like me or will I be able to be a good mother.
Because I don't have knowledge about being one.
I closed my eyes and a few minutes later, I managed to comfort myself and managed to get out of the bed ignoring what I was just thinking about earlier pretending to not be bothered by it at all but the truth is that it came inside my mind deeply and I can't get it out.
I sighed multiple times before getting the courage to open my Instagram post again but when I looked at it, another person commented.
@troll.vc
LOL what could be the feeling when your baby dies because of your fault?
What's with the question?
I started overthinking again that I might slip and something happens to my baby and it was my fault. What if I eat something wrong or what if my body ends up not being able to make the baby grow anymore.
What am I supposed to do?
At 5 thousand followers, I have never expected that trolls will come at me like this.
My hormones are killing me.
I went and stayed on the bed again until I found out it was already dark outside. And a few moments later, Zach came.
I was on the bed and I was just looking at him but then he already noticed something.
"Is something wrong? Are you still mad at me?" he asked me.
My anger disappeared a long time ago, "No," i answered him. "Everything is fine," I assured him thinking that it would just disappear in no time since it's not that big of a deal. It was just a random troll comment and that's all.
But the next day, it became even worse than what I expected. Zach has already left and I was alone again. And everything made me sad for no particular reason.
I went out of bed feeling lousy and dark. I feel like everything feels very heavy. I still managed to get into the bathroom but ended my bath longer than usual. I went out with a bathrobe on and a towel on my head.
I looked at myself again and spotted pimples on my face. Then I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry about it.
"Why is this happening to me?" I asked as if anybody is here to answer it for me. Zach is at work and I have nothing but myself. "I don't like this at all!"
I wiped off the forming tears in my eyes. And a few minutes later, I laughed at myself because I thought it was pathetic crying over pimples on my face.
At lunch, Zach called me and asked how I'm doing.
"Did you eat lunch already?" He asked me.
"Yeah," I said while walking from the pool side where I usually come when the sun is up and reflects sunlight on the water making it sparkle. Then I stopped and sat on the sofa just until he ends the call.
"I'll hang up now, I still need to attend a meeting," he said after asking me random questions but basically just making me answer the things that happened to my day today.
When he said that, I stood up and felt something was weird but ignored it.
"Okay b--" I stopped and looked at the stain of blood on the sofa. "Oh my god," I said and looked at the shorts I was wearing and saw bloodstains on it too. "Zach.." I called him.
I was already trembling. I know this ain't supposed to be happening.
"Xhyrah? Are you okay? What is happening?" Zach asked me from the other line,
"I see blood, what is happening?" I asked as if he could tell me something.
"Don't hang up the call, I'll be right there," he said and I heard things from the other side.
"Sir you have a meeting t--"
"Cancel it," I heard him say.
I couldn't understand what was going on with Zach anymore. I was occupied with what might happen to me and the baby.
Was I too careless? Did the comment just come true? Was it my fault? Will I lose my baby?
"Zach," I called him crying.
"Calm down, wait for me," he said. I couldn't do anything. I fell back to the sofa crying about what might happen to me and the baby.
A miscarriage?
"Zach, hurry up please," I said.
"Calm down, stay with me please,"