Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Chapter 37: A Father

My belly was growing larger, and it was becoming noticeable to Roy. He also sensed something unusual about me, and he started visiting me more often than before. And finally, he asked me:

"Flora, are you pregnant?"

I didn't hide the fact that I was pregnant and replied immediately:

"Yes, that's right. This baby is Enzo's, and I never thought I'd be carrying his child again."

Roy fell silent for a long time upon hearing my response. His gaze lowered, and his expression grew sadder. Without saying anything, he left me in the same state of silence, leaving me awkward and unsure of what to say next.

Roy asked:

"Does Enzo know that you're pregnant?"

I shook my head because I only found out about my pregnancy after arriving in this country, so there's no way Enzo could have known before me.

"Probably not... and he definitely won't know about the existence of this life."

I felt it was best not to let Enzo know; otherwise, he might use this child to tie me down as he did with Min. As I was silently contemplating that, Roy spoke up:

"Don't you want him to know? After all, he's the biological father of this child."

I chuckled and shook my head, firmly saying:

"No need, because we're divorced, and I don't want to see him ever again. I'll give birth to this child and raise it on my own. I believe I'm capable of that."

"But..." Roy hesitated.

"I've said it, I have no connection to Enzo anymore. This child is mine alone, and he doesn't need to know about its presence." I gently touched my belly and rubbed it, gazing at it with affection. I eagerly awaited the arrival of my own child.

Roy stood up, came in front of me, his expression and gaze slightly different from usual. I didn't know what he was about to say.

"Roy, what is it?"

Roy stood there looking at me, then suddenly blushed, and his voice became deep but very soft, almost a whisper.

"Could I... could I..."

"Could you what?" I didn't understand what he was trying to say as he stuttered like that.

Under my curious and puzzled gaze, Roy's face turned even redder. It being winter, his blushing didn't raise much suspicion.

Finally, Roy managed to say it. I felt like he had to summon all his courage to speak these things to me.

"Could I be the father of the baby in your belly?"

I was surprised by his words as he suddenly exclaimed like that. I wasn't sure if he was fully conscious, so I asked:

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I'm completely conscious. No child can be born without a father, even though Enzo is the father of this child, he could take the child away at any time. I... want to be the father of this child." Roy explained, visibly flustered.

His words were a bit tangled and complex, but I understood his meaning.

I continued to listen to what he had to say.

"Don't misunderstand me... I just want to... I want to be a supportive father for this child. Could you allow that?"

Roy looked at me with hopeful and expectant eyes, even though I didn't understand why he would want to do that. Because this could potentially hinder his future relationships, and more importantly, we were just friends; he had already helped me so much.

But hearing Roy's words, I felt incredibly happy and warm. I burst into laughter in joy, and I saw his face growing even redder, as if he were trying to hide his embarrassment.

I said:

"But you have to ask the child, see if it wants you as its father or not. I can't decide that."

Upon hearing this, Roy became even more delighted. He suddenly hugged me tightly and said:

"I will treat and love this child. Please be assured.

...

And my expected due date has been determined, but... because the first childbirth didn't go well, it has somewhat affected the second childbirth.

But this time I'm not alone. Even though Roy is very busy with work, he still wants to accompany me to the hospital for prenatal check-ups. Sometimes, I didn't want to bother him, so I went alone, which made him angry and unwilling to talk to me.

Since we often went to the hospital together, people thought we were a married couple. They even praised Roy, saying he's a good husband, a good man. I wanted to explain to avoid any misunderstandings, but Roy prevented that.

Although his words were persuasive, allowing the misunderstanding to persist, I could see the enthusiasm and joy on his face when he heard them. Even though it was all a misunderstanding.

The day of my final labor came at last. As I grimaced and was filled with fear, I managed to call Roy while still holding on to some consciousness.

Roy even forgot to put on a jacket; he drove to my house like a madman to take me to the hospital in the middle of the night. His hurried and worried expression made me both amused and he looked truly foolish.

On the way to the hospital, Roy kept comforting me, trying to distract me from the abdominal pain. But he didn't know that he was even more anxious and nervous than I was.

"Flora, don't worry, we'll be at the hospital soon. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm here with you, so relax... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

He kept repeating a phrase like that throughout the journey to the hospital, and I felt so warm that Roy cared for me like that. But as I gradually lost consciousness, I couldn't hear clearly what Roy was saying anymore.

"So sleepy..." I whispered softly.

...

When I woke up, opened my eyes, and looked around, I realized I was lying in a hospital bed, in an unfamiliar room, wearing patient clothes. I hastily touched my belly, my belly... had shrunk back to its previous size; the baby had been born... I quickly scanned the room to find my baby and realized there was no one else in the room except me, which made me even more panicked.

The sound of the door opening and voices made me jump, and I stared at where the sound was coming from. Roy and a doctor entered, Roy's face was extremely pale and worried when he saw me; he came over to inquire.

"Flora, you're awake, that's such a relief. Are you feeling okay? Any pain?"

I shook my head and said,

"I'm fine, but where's the baby? Where's my baby?"

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been reborn.

"You being fine is what matters, I was really worried. The baby has been taken to the care room, the child is healthy and sleeping."

Hearing Roy's words, I finally felt at ease. I wanted to meet my baby quickly, but I was stopped. My health after childbirth was extremely weak, and I couldn't walk normally.

Roy said,

"Just rest here, I'll bring the baby over."

I nodded and looked at Roy for a long time; Roy gave me a warm and comforting feeling that I had never experienced before, and I cherished this.

Suddenly, his eyes reddened, and his voice trembled:

"Flora, you've been through so much. Thank goodness you're okay."

Until I saw my newborn son in Roy's arms, I felt wonderful and miraculous. Roy held the baby without letting go, looking at my child with a loving gaze. I even heard him say to the baby:

"Hello, my child, I will be your father."