He Got Me Pregnant

Chapter 33: Not Yet Ready

Daryl can't even look at me straight in the eye while he's driving his car. I don't know why I felt irritated

to myself.

Why did I even tell him that? Why did I reveal that to him?

After that talk, he didn't say a word to me. He's just on his knees while crying silently.

I bit my lip again as I remember his expressions. I don't know why I suddenly felt so soft from seeing

him like this. This isn't what I planned it to be.

When we reached the NPK, he went silently off his car and opened the door for me. Before going out, I Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

looked at him.

He didn't look back at me. He's frowning, not only because he's angry, not only because he's

emotional, but it was something else.

“Are you going inside?” I asked him.

He just sighed and shook his head.

I nodded and went off.

He stood on his car waiting for me to get inside. When I'm already at the door, I heard the engine of his

car.

I sighed.

Why do I suddenly feel like my heart is too heavy? I took another deep breath and started walking.

When I reached the room. I stayed on my door for a while, just staring at the gray rough surface of it.

Looking at my reflection at the thin name plate.

He is now aware. But he didn't ask where they are.

I put on my thumb on the door to unlock. And went inside.

I am feeling so heavy. I am feeling worse. I am feeling stupid and I feel like I'm really stupid.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and dialed Julius.

I guess he's the only one who can understand me right now.

“Julius.” I whispered.

My tears began forming on my eyes.

“Yes, Neysha? What happened?” He asked excitedly from the other side.

“I told the twins father about them.” I said directly and my voice broke.

I heard something got dropped from his side making me frown.

“You did what!” He shouted.

I cried. I held my chest as I walked to the sofa and dropped my body on it.

“Yes...I did. And I don't know.” I sobbed and cried.

I don't know. Why everything seems so complicated. I thought I was stronger but I am just a weak shit.

And will always be a weak shit.

I cried and cried while Julius was on the other side. I don't know and I don't understand how am I

capable of crying this much after many years. Because the last time that I can remember, I cried like

this way back 5 years ago only.

Did I deprived myself that much to hide these ugly feelings? And right now, I feel like my heart is going

to burst out.

I didn't even realize it that I fell asleep on the couch from too much crying.

I still have a pending schedule in my list but I don't feel like going because my body is tired.

I just wore a robe while sipping a coffee. I am texting my assistant that I will not be present on the

schedule because I am sick.

I went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee.

I am reading some magazine while sipping some coffee.

My phone beeped so I opened it only to see that my assistant sent me the approval of my request.

I stopped eating bread for a bit when I realized that I woke up on the bed when I can clearly remember

that I fell asleep on the sofa.

I blink my sore eyes and shrugged. Maybe I sleep walked. Or maybe Daryl came and carried me to the

bed.

I sighed and sipped again.

Every time what happened in Villa Kristine flashbacks in my head, I always gets emotional, I don't know

what might Daryl do next and that's a little bit of frustrating.

I went back to my room with the coffee in my hand. And I almost spilled it when I saw Daryl in wet hair,

he's got his pants on now but he's still topless.

So, he's really here?

“You..you're here?” I asked the obvious.

He watched me with his eyes full of emotions I can't decipher.

“Yes. You were asleep last night so just carried you here.” He said casually.

I nodded and walked straight on the coffee table. I didn't notice him earlier because maybe he's there in

the bathroom and I already went straight to the kitchen.

“Ney.” He called me after a moment of silence between us.

I turned to look at him.

“Yes.”

He looked down and wore his white sleeves.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered; I can barely hear it.

I didn't answer him. I just stayed there, standing while looking him intently.

“I will make it up. I will make up everything, everything that I lost.” He said seriously and with conviction

in his voice.

I gulped. I don't know if this information would bring me happiness, or fear... I don't know.

“Okay.” I just said.

Pain crossed his eyes. I don't care for a moment.

I know there are times that I may feel that I am soft for him but my anger still consumes me in some

reasons.

“I will do everything, Neysha.” He whispered.

“I'll do anything to make everything on the right spot. I will do everything to amend with the time I lost

with you...and to our family.”

That statement just made my heart skip a beat.

Daryl took five steps towards me and pulled me head.

I gasp, especially when our lips met. He's kissing me so passionately as if he's explaining more and

more through this one.

I don't know Daryl, I don't know what will happen next, but one thing's for sure.

I am not yet ready to show you our children. I am not yet ready to show you to my children.

And I don't think I could ever be ready to it.

***End of Chapter 33