Chapter ８

I was taken aback again. "Are you still trying to find drama now?" I nodded.

I really appreciated Serine giving me everything I needed, like her own biological daughter Sara, but I still wanted to live by myself independently. That is why I was busy submitting my resume to agencies to be an actress, in order to provide living for myself and wouldn’t be asking for support from Aunt Serine.

He didn’t rebut of what I have said to him instead he offered me, "You don't need to take the drama work from now on, your future living will be paid by me, after the child is born. If you want to work, I can help you arrange that too, and even if you want to continue studying, I can even help you too. All you just need to do is tell me. Just take good care of the baby."

I lowered my head and was stunned. As I was completely speechless with the offer, I was quite tempted to give in already. He then added,

"And of course, you can also tell me your terms, as long as you can keep the child safe. Any terms would be fine with me. "

He had a serious and grave expression on his face, and I wonder if he had the same expression when he was negotiating with other people when it comes to trading deals.

It was clear to me that he wasn’t joking around. He was really serious and really wanted to keep the baby. He then further added,

"But still, the final decision will be yours. You don't have to rush to answer me. I'll give you time to think about it, and you can just tell me anytime with your answer after you think about your final decisions."

And with no further conclusions, I finally agreed to think about it for a while. After that Haden drove me home.

When I was about to get out of the car, he said,

"Tomorrow, I'll be accompanying you to the hospital. "

I then nodded as I said "Okay."

Meanwhile in my room, I pressed my head into the pillow. Questioning myself, how I sank into all of this mess? How should I tell Serine and Sara? They might be really disappointed. I then slowly closed my eyes and without noticing I just suddenly fall asleep.

Early next morning. I was preparing when my phone suddenly buzzed. When I come to check it, it was Haden who have just sent me a message,

"I've already contacted the hospital for your appointment; do you want me to pick you up now?"

I give him a quick reply, "No, no, just tell me the hospital address, I'll drive myself."

I then received a follow up reply from him and I was surprised to read, "I am here downstairs, just come down."

I looked out the window and Haden's car was indeed parked in front.

I quickly made a slight make up and went downstairs already. Then I immediately get inside the car and looked around cautiously if anyone at home had noticed me. And quickly I said, "Let's go.” We then started to cross the road.

Few minutes later, we finally reached our destination. The car was parked in front of the hospital. And as we went outside, a doctor waiting greeted us warmly.

His mouth widened profusely and he asked in a gentle man's tone,

"Mrs. Haden, I am so honored to meet you, how are you doing?"

I blushed for a moment but reprobate immediately,

"No, I'm not Haden’s wife".

The look on the doctor’s face was a little embarrassed but still approaches us in a calm manner,

"Come with me, we’re going to conduct some prenatal test."

I looked to Haden, who had no intention of leaving, but followed me the hall way. As we walk along, I asked him,

"Are you really coming with me for checkup?"

With no further hesitations, he nodded "Yes!" and already put his hands in his pockets.

My whole body was about to explode thinking of this man standing next to me watches how I received my prenatal checkup.

But apparently Haden might already have an idea of the procedures I am going to take because he had already asked the doctor. And as I look at him, there wasn't even a slightest hint of discomfort towards him.

After having some blood examinations, we now proceeded to the ultrasound unit. I was ordered to lie down in the patient’s bed. And upon lying, the doctor lifted my shirt and tell me that he will now begin the procedure.

"It's not like what I have seen before." Haden said in curiosity. Maybe he was thinking of the other way of scanning a pregnant woman, which is via transvaginal.

It was fortunate enough that it was just only an abdominal ultrasound check on the baby and Haden just only saw my stomach. Otherwise, I would have died of embarrassment if it was a transvaginal procedure. I was feeling lucky by that time then.

The specialist doctor already then began the procedure. She put a gel in a curvilinear probe and then placed the probe in my abdomen. I was I bit shock as I felt the coldness of the gel but in the long way I did get used to it. The doctor scanned my abdomen and went through the whole of it.

Meanwhile, after quite some time, finally the procedure was done. The doctor wiped my tummy with a dry paper towel and then pulled down my shirt already. As he happily told us, "there's nothing wrong with the baby." She also advices me of the things what a pregnant woman should do and avoided.

After further discussions, we just then thanked him and went out of the clinic already. As we walk along the hospital corridors, suddenly all my emotions burst out and tears started to streamed down. It was a mixed emotion by that very moment.

Haden’s expression was stony, but then asked me, "Don’t you even hate me? Aren’t you angry with me?" Haden furrowed his eyebrows.

I then returned my look on him. I don’t know why he is suddenly asking me these. So with curiosity I asked him back, "Why?"

After asking such question, I turned down my head again as tears continued to flow down my face. We just kept walking when he then suddenly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. He asked me again, “Why are you crying, is being pregnant with my baby makes you feel that bad?"

While I was caressing his tight embrace, feeling the warmth of his body. The muscular shoulders felt so comfortable to lean my head on. I decided to looked up on him and answered,

"No, I'm just scared.” and squeezed my shoulder.

"Scared of what? “He huffed.