Pregnancy Bells 3

"It's me. If you wanted something, you could've told me about it and I would've gotten it for you." Isaac's chest throbbed when he saw her pale lips and porcelain skin - opposite of her healthy peach-colored cheeks.

"Why are you here? Weren't you tired of coaxing me already? You can leave. I can be alone and might want to remain alone too. You can go and do whatever the heck you wanted to do. No need to come tell me anything because I'm a nobody to you."

She leaned back on her pillow and pulled the blanket above her stomach. Her hands left her lower abdomen immediately. 'Did he already find out about my pregnancy? Is that why he is here?' She thought to herself while observing the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Kyla. I really am. I really don't know what to say at the moment besides apologizing for everything I said to you earlier. I'm sorry for leaving you alone when you needed me there. I'm sorry for neglecting your calls and not replying to your messages too. If I knew we only would have such little time left together, I wouldn't have cared about anything but you." As he spoke, the tension in the room rose.

His eyes turned pink, but tears didn't fall from his eyes. Kyla frowned at the sight of his vulnerable side. She continued analyzing the current situation. 'Really? Just because I am going to give birth in less than eight months, he is exaggerating as if I'm going to die or something. Did he feel that lonely that he can't stand me being pregnant? In less than eight months, he will get only half as much attention from me because of our newborn baby. Tch, crying for such a small reason.'

Rubbing the tips of her fingers consecutively, Kyla replied. "What's the use of crying over what already happened? It was bound to happen sooner or later. This only happened sooner than expected. Everyone has to prepare for this some time in their life. Since everything is the way it is now, we can only prepare for what is coming."

A helpless smile appeared on her face as she gently pressed her palms against her stomach. "You know, I imagined having my wedding while wearing my beautiful white gown. I imagined walking down an aisle in that tight dress that accentuates my curves well. I wanted to become the prettiest bride but it seems like I have to reconsider everything. It was unexpected and maybe there won't be a wedding this year after all."

Isaac grabbed her hands tightly. "Don't say that. If you want a wedding, we can change the date to an upcoming one. You can still walk down in that tight dress. You can have everything you wish for, and I'll fulfill every request to make you happy. I promise."

"You also promised to treat me well, but your words are the same as rotten cabbages. You just told me you are tired of coaxing me, so why would I trust your words? Plus you're doing all this not because it is for us. Even if I could wear that dress, I can't wear those heels anymore." Kyla remembered the words he said during his proposal and shook her head in disappointment.

Isaac bit his lip, realizing he needed to expose his intentions before the misunderstanding between them deepens further. "I'll tell you everything. If you need proof, I also have a witness. I'll tell you where I was for the past weeks."

Kyla parted her lips to respond to his words, but the moment she tried speaking, nausea struck again. She felt her stomach stirring as if she wanted to puke again. Quickly grabbing a tissue, she covered her mouth and closed her eyes to wait for the feeling to pass.

"Kyla! What's wrong?" He stood up and rubbed her back until she looked better. Once she appeared more comfortable compared to before, he poured a glass of water for her to consume.

"I'm fine. I've been through worse in the past weeks. This is nothing compared to how I felt before. Since you mentioned explaining what happened to you, I'll give you a chance to say what you have to say. It better be a good reason or else I won't forgive you." Kyla took sips from the glass in her hand.

"Let me make a phone call first. I need to have the witness here or else my explanation would be useless." Isaac pulled out his phone and dialed one of the contacts. Within minutes, he finished the call and informed Kyla about the visiting guest.

Around half an hour later, two bodyguards followed an elderly man with a cane into the hospital. The elderly man held a red jewelry box against his chest, treating it as a treasure. His gray hair was combed neatly, covering certain bald spots on his shiny head. His eyelids drooped, looking as if his eyes were partly closed even though they were opened. His thin pink lips looked slightly dried from the weather outside. Slowly, he walked towards room 708.

In a hunched position, the man raised his palm to stop the bodyguards from knocking on the white door in front of him. He rolled his hand into a light fist and knocked the back of his hand against the cold surface twice - a gentle yet soundly knock.

Seeing the bodyguard's confused expression, he explained. "You knock too loud. You might startle Isaac and his wife. What if she gets a heart attack from your violent knocks?" The bodyguard nodded and stepped behind the elderly.

The door creaked open in the following second. Isaac held the door opened and invited the elderly into the room. Seeing an unexpected guest, Kyla sat up from the bed and offered him a seat. Of all the possible witnesses Kyla thought about, she never thought the witness would be an elder. "Isaac, bring him a seat. Mister, have a seat."