A few days passed and for some reason, Mel was feeling a certain discomfort. She’s not sure what it was. She was lazing in her room, when she decided to check her old email. It’s been months since she last opened it. She created a new one for work purposes, looking a bit more professional. She also abandoned her old phone number and has been using another. Anyway, there’s still social media where she remains in contact with her former classmates. She rarely checks in with their group chats and groups, though. Her username was also cringe-inducing. She never disclosed it to her co-workers. She hasn’t figured out yet how to change it to her name.The usual newsletters appeared on her screen. Huh, she used to subscribe to a lot of those. Even her primary tab is filled with them. She browsed without much thought until something caught her eye. An email marked as important. The sender’s name was familiar but she couldn’t exactly recall who it wa

She can make the business plan at home. Maybe go out once in a while to find a good place for it. Oh, right. She’s looking forward to choosing furniture and decorations as well. She pursed her lips. She can focus on fine-tuning the details for the café, right?They were interrupted when Cedrik arrived and Lily helped him with the purchases.“Damn. I had him buy some beer and champagne. Can you drink champagne?” She hollered from the kitchen.Mel grimaced. Not too long ago, she drank quite a lot. “I’d rather not. Is there anything to make lemonade?”“Oh, yes. He bought lemons. He likes placing them in his water. I’ll make you a lemonade.”“Thank you.” She relaxed on the couch while her friend and boyfriend became busy in the kitchen. She heard Lily telling him a few things about her situation. The man didn’t have anything to say and merely nodded in understanding.

“Of course not.” She admitted but it still didn’t sit right with her. So, she must choose? Who would do the sacrifice? Her or the child? Kind of a no-brainer, but she was truly laying it out in her head. It’s true that the child is unplanned and unwanted, though…She’s beginning to realize the differences in his and her beliefs. Who knew he would be more dedicated than her? Well, there’s his grandpa to think about. Which leads to another concern…“Say, if I marry you and give birth to this child… would your grandpa give me the two billion he mentioned before?”His lip twitched at seeing her sheepish look. He knew she’s half-joking, half-serious. Well, he’ll ask his pops. But he’s not telling her his reply. In a way, he also thinks the old man should. He was the one who promised it.He simply shrugged. She was silent for quite a long time. What else is there to discuss?

Once they have ascertained that she’d been pregnant for eight weeks, they also decided to do an ultrasound. It’s still early to know the gender, but Klyde wanted to hear heartbeats. Her lips twitched at how assertive he was in making requests. He didn’t even ask her if she wants to. Fine, whatever.She did notice his enthusiasm. Under the surface, that is. His smile was enough to let her know it. He rarely smiles and those are small smiles. This time, he’s smiling wide. For a moment, she was mesmerized by how good he looks.She would admit that he’s really handling the situation better than she does. Instead of expressing anger and disappointment, he was actually accepting of the situation they were thrust in. Good, then.On their way home, Klyde did see that she’s not as grumpy. This is what she’s like during mid-day, huh? Her expression is almost neutral. She squints from time to time, but that was it.“Wh

“Oh, you don’t need to wait that long. If she’s able to adjust to the pregnancy, the hormones would have less influence on her. Of course, you have to do your part and be supportive. If she says not to touch, then stop touching, idiot. Stop provoking her.” His disdain was there. The sight of Klyde being scolded like a child was fun to see.Mel grinned and chuckled. “See, you should learn how to listen.”Klyde looked at one to the other, defeated, “Fine. I’ll listen to you.”“Great. Now keep your hands to yourself.”“We just got married. Can’t I even hold your hand?”Mel took a moment to assess her feelings. “The hand is fine. Just the hand.” She emphasized her statements, stressing each word.Enrico squinted at his grandson. Why is he being clingy? Can’t keep his hands off his woman?Even Lily who can’t help but eavesdrop on the