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

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.

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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