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“It’s okay,” I whispered.
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His sobs didn’t stop immediately. In fact, they seemed to grow deeper, more painful, as though years of repressed emotion were finally breaking free. But like I said, I didn’t mind. Not one bit. For reasons I couldn’t fully understand, holding him like this–comforting him–felt natural, even right.
Minutes passed. Maybe longer. I wasn’t keeping track of time. I just let him cry, allowed him that space to be vulnerable, something I’d never seen from him before. And slowly, his breathing began to steady. The tears slowed, and the tremble in his shoulders faded until he finally sat up, using his hands to wipe his tear–streaked face.
“Are you okay now?” I asked gently. The question came out softer than I intended. I didn’t even know why I was asking–it’s not like we were in a place where I should be caring about his emotional state. But something inside me, something I’ve worked hard to bury, refused to stay quiet.
He gave a small nod and exhaled deeply, like he was finally empty–of pain, of anger, of whatever nightmare had shaken him to his core.
Without saying another word, I quietly slipped out of bed and walked out of the room. My feet took me downstairs, muscle memory guiding me to the kitchen. Every time I cried, every time emotions overwhelmed me, I always made my special lemon honey tea. It wasn’t magic, but it always made me feel better–warm, calm, whole again. Maybe it could help him too.
As I entered the kitchen, the familiar scent of brewing coffee met my nose–and so did the sight of Isadora, lazily leaning against the kitchen shelf with a smug look plastered on her face. Her cup of coffee was raised halfway to her lips, and I could see from the glint in her eyes that she had something snarky ready to fire.
I ignored her. I wasn’t about to start the day with a pointless argument, especially after the morning I just had. Instead, I went straight to the drawers, pulling out my lemon–flavored tea and a jar of honey. While I set the water to boil, I tried to keep my movements calm, steady–unbothered.
But of course, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“Looks like only one of us decided to watch their weight,” she said, her tone sweet like poison.
I froze for half a second before continuing my task. I knew she didn’t know I was pregnant. As far as she was concerned, the slight bump in my belly was just from overeating. Her comment was meant to sting, but I didn’t take the bait. If she knew the truth, that this child belonged to Adrian, that it was already changing everything between us–then she’d explode. But that was my ace to play later.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself not to say anything I’d regret.
Once the water reached a boil, I carefully arranged everything onto a tray. Then, without glancing her way, I placed two cups on it. One for me, one for Adrian. That’s when I noticed the shift in her energy.
She went still.
Her hand, previously wrapped around her coffee mug, dropped it onto the counter with a loud clink. Her eyes darted between the two cups and the tray like it had personally offended her.
I could practically hear the gears turning in her head.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Not even a fake smile.
I knew her jealousy was going to ramp up when she saw the two cups, she obviously realized that am taking tea to Adrian something she had never done before
I couldn’t stop myself from seeing the look on her face, A slow, involuntary smirk spread across my lips.
I added the tea bag into each cup, placed the honey on the side, and decided to bring the milk along just in case he wanted it. It was all about thoughtfulness–something she clearly didn’t understand.
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Tray in hand, I turned and walked past her like she didn’t exist.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her biting her nail, seething with jealousy.
And that was the best part of my morning.
