Yours, Until Needed
Chapter 146: Waterworks

Chapter 146: Waterworks

Being pregnant came with a dam so fragile that the waterworks would be all too common.

When I emerged from the daze created by my husband’s confession, my initial reaction was to kick him in the shin, but then he smiled at me, totally surprising me.

That was as rare as a solar or lunar eclipse.

And he was very cute.

Very handsome.

*Sniffle. Sniffle.*

Then I just burst into a sobbing mess.

I wasn’t even sad!!!

But my sudden reaction alarmed Lucian, who practically gripped my face in panic.

"What’s wrong? What hurts?!"

I was not the type to cry unnecessarily, so his panic was not unfounded. But instead of stopping, I just cried more because he was being very sweet.

Nooooo!

"I don’t know!" I said between shallow hiccups, and they weren’t kidding when they said that all it sometimes takes are cute little ducklings.

Lucian tried inspecting me, but there was nothing to check, even though I knew I was being weird!

"If nothing hurts, then would you need comfort or solutions?" He asked, concern evident in his tone.

I wasn’t sure what triggered the whole thing, but all I could think about was what made me wary of having love involved in our initially very stable relationship.

"You! You’re not going to wake up and tell me it’s a prank tomorrow, are you?" My eyes squinted as I tried gauging his reaction.

"Who even has time for pranks?" Lucian looked confused at my question as he tried wiping the tears away. He even made me drink water, afraid that I’d end up dehydrating myself for crying too much!

"You’re not just saying this because you’re high on adrenaline?"

"Likely not adrenaline. Cortisol would be more believable. But I’m pretty sure I feel the same with or without dopamine."

He rubbed the back of my head, and I remember how this guy operated.

Honestly, I think this was my childhood trauma of being abandoned by this guy when we were kids. It’s heaven when he loves you so it’ll turn into hell real quickly the moment it stops.

Would I be able to survive that second time?

"Earlier, you asked if I needed comfort or solutions. I probably need both." I looked up at him with my tear-stricken eyes because I didn’t want to bottle up such things.

And I feel like I deserve to call him out on that. I know we were young, and such blame shouldn’t be made when someone was just coping in the only way he knew. But I would probably commit murder if he decided to do it a second time around.

"Then tell me what’s wrong." He was rather gentle, and my pout just grew worse.

"Do you know why I didn’t want such emotions?"

"It’s because I know what it was like to be the center of your world, only to be dropped instantly. Then suddenly, it was like you were another person."

"And now here you are, doing that thing again. Getting me all wrapped around you like this. But Lucian, what if I don’t survive the second round? Would we still remain friends after? What about our child?"

It was pessimism at its finest.

My emotions were all over the place because I also knew what it was like to fall for Lucian. This bastard was my first love, after all. And him actually telling me about his feelings got me soaring high in glee. So, the moment I thought about the possibility of it ending, my mood just dove into oblivion.

"I see. It’s because I have a bad record, right?"

I nodded at Lucian. Because he really had a bad record that haunted me even to this day.

"Then we really should get married in all those 194 other countries. Maybe then you’ll be convinced that there is nowhere else in this world that I could possibly hide away from you."

"You hid inside your house when we were young! And won’t even allow me in." I reminded him about his earlier antics.

"And now all the houses we own can be in your name, so it would be impossible to hide."

"If at any moment you feel like I didn’t love you enough, you can lodge a complaint so that the services could be fixed right away."

Lucian kissed my forehead and then the corner of my eyes.

"Sorry. I know that telling you that it would never happen wouldn’t work. All I can do now is to show you that I mean it."

"And baby, you say this like you’re even allowed to leave my side. Every time you walk a few steps away, something happens, so I’d rather just cuff you to myself."

I was going to rebut, but then I remembered we were going to the hospital precisely because something just happened.

The doctor was even shocked to see us back there and with my eyes looking like I was part human and goldfish.

"You guys are back? Did something happen?"

"Yes, we had a huge stressor earlier, and we’d prefer to have their states examined."

"We can do an ultrasound in addition to the other laboratory tests if you’d like?"

The test was nerve-wracking.

What concern about my love life? We could’ve fixed that concern earlier if they just placed me here for an ultrasound as soon as possible.

We didn’t get to do this earlier because we knew of the impending hospital crisis, and now that we’re here and can finally see the baby, everything else just went to the back of the priority list.

"Alright, let’s take a look at your baby."

And there it was—on the screen, a tiny flickering light that seemed impossibly magical.

The room went still for a moment as we were all in awe of the little thing.

"That’s our baby?"

"Yeah, that’s our baby," I replied softly.

"Is it because you kept on snacking on gummies that it now looks like a gummy bear?" Lucian asked, but it really did look like one.

"Then, doc, is everything okay with both of them?"

"The other results you saw earlier say so, and the baby’s stable heartbeat is also good proof of it. But since you were clear about the unpleasant experience earlier. Please consider resting."

I decided to look at my husband against my better judgment.

That day, not only did we go home with a copy of our baby’s ultrasound, but Lucian leveraged the doctor’s advice like it was a creed we must follow.

This guy practically decided to use up all the rest he’d never done in his life for this moment.

"You know you’re crazy, right?"

"I know. But it’s fine. You love me like this, anyway."

I’m telling you, he deserved that eye roll!