PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT STAND

Two weeks have passed since we found out about Anya’s parents’ past. I always told her that knowing this, there’s no need to overthink or fix anything. It’s enough, and there’s nothing to be fixed, except maybe the relationship between Jacob and Anya.

They both are wounded. Two siblings who should have grown up together, experiencing a fun childhood. But reality wasn’t like that, right?

I’m impressed with the way Anya handled herself in front of Jacob. I also feel that Jacob might have let go of his grudge a long time ago, as there’s nothing, he can do now but accept the fate before him.

Anya took the initiative to refurbish the graves to make them more presentable, for her mother and also for Mr. Ryder. As for her father, Anya is trying to ensure he gets the best care possible. If being there can make Mr. Robert feel better, Anya doesn’t mind visiting him occasionally. She also visits her mother’s grave at the same time.

Jacob, on the other hand, continues his life in SunCity, doing odd jobs as he did before meeting Anya. He refuses Anya’s help, thinking he doesn’t need it, but Anya insists. I also eventually force Jacob to accept it. After all, it’s just a motorbike that Jacob can use to work as a laborer in the nearby market. His appearance may resemble that of a market thug, as besides being a porter, Oliver Jacob is known as someone to be feared.

“My motorbike looks good, Anya,” Jacob chuckled as he received the keys from Anya, along with the vehicle ownership papers.

“Promise me you’ll take care of it. And visit Mom’s grave too.”

Jacob gave her a thumbs up.

“If you can, come to the house. Meet Zain.”

Jacob’s eyes widened in disbelief. I personally didn’t believe what Anya said at that moment. But when I saw her confident smile, I knew that maybe Anya had embraced the concept of acceptance. It’s not easy to become my wife, I’m pretty sure of that.

“I… I…”

“No one will ever drive you away,” Anya patted Jacob’s shoulder gently, making his eyes that were once downcast now look up and gaze at my wife. “You’re my little brother.”

Once again, I saw them hugging. It felt a bit unusual to me since I only got to know Jacob recently. But that status can’t be denied, right? Jacob truly is Anya’s little brother, with contrasting skin tones – one as fair as milk, the other sun-kissed brown.

Now, I can see Anya more alive, more cheerful. And… determined? I don’t know, but I can feel many changes since that day. I’m truly grateful for everything.

I remember, throughout our marriage, we’ve never had a honeymoon session. It seems like this is the perfect moment to invite Anya for a vacation. I hope her spirits will be even higher, and that she can continue to be happy by my side.

“Cedric, are you serious?” she asked while holding the envelope I gave her. We had just returned from Anya’s office. As usual, she took a bath first when she got back from work. Usually, she takes her time, but ever since Zain came, she spends no more than fifteen minutes in the bathroom. Instead, she spends her time playing with Zain in the main house.

While I was enjoying a cup of coffee she made, I turned to her. Her tired expression was replaced with a sweet and gentle smile. It seems like Anya is becoming less stern and brusque. The scent of her shampoo and perfume starts to tickle me.

“What’s serious?” I said, surprised. Now that she’s not being stern and brusque, I feel a bit flustered. Out of the blue, Anya sits on my lap without asking for permission or anything. Fortunately, I’m always prepared for her sudden moves like this. If not, Junior down there could get hurt.

“We’re going on vacation?” she opens the envelope again. Two tickets to Raja Ampat are displayed in front of me, along with brochures about the cottage I’ve booked for the event. The plan is, in two days, we’ll all leave for the trip. Papa, Mama, Krystal, and Zain are coming along. Our two best friends are coming too. I hope they won’t refuse the surprise I’ve planned for them. When I told them about my surprise plan for Anya, they quickly responded. And I guess there’s no harm in inviting Jacob. After all, Anya seems to have accepted her past now.

Jacob was surprised when I told him about the plan two days ago. But once he found out I had a secret mission for his sister, he immediately agreed. In three days, it’ll be Anya’s birthday. I estimate that we’ll have enough time to arrive at the event location. I deliberately made it a honeymoon trip. The others will stay in Raja Ampat while I get my freedom. As long as they don’t disturb Anya and me.

The cottage staff has confirmed that the event I planned can be arranged. I left the decoration and other arrangements to Naomi and Dona. Let them be busy. I’ll just accept the result. Besides, if I suddenly get busy, Anya would get suspicious.

“Yes. We’re going on vacation. We’ve never been on vacation together, have we?” I asked while smoothing her long hair. Her smile gets even wider. In response, she shakes her head.

“Alright, let’s start preparing then,” she nods, and… gives me a quick kiss. It feels nice. As she’s about to get up, I hold her waist and sit her down right on top of me.

“Hey, I need to get Zain.”

“Zain is with Mama and Papa. Let it be.”

She laughs. Her face is right above mine. Her breath smells of fresh mint, and her hair is slightly obstructing the view, but it only adds to the sexy impression. It’s as if Anya deliberately shifts her hair to one side, exposing part of her shoulder and the back of her neck that I really want to kiss.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Is Zain doing well?” she asks softly, hovering above my lips.

“Zain is not making Mama busy. Besides, Miss Dede is there.”

Her smile becomes even more tempting. “I remember, we haven’t played here, Cedric.”

I just nod. I’m starting to lose my sanity, you know.

“Do you want to?” she asks.

“If you offer it like that, who wouldn’t want it?”

She laughs playfully, but before it can stop, I silence her with a long, demanding kiss. She lets out a soft moan and a hiss as I lift up a part of her dress. Full of tempting movements, I trace her smooth back, stopping when my fingers reach the clasp of the bra she’s wearing.

I don’t need any tutorials on how to unclasp a bra.

“But before I continue, I need to tell you something.”

I was so close to touching her firm butt. Don’t ask about the bra, it’s already off, and I just tossed it somewhere. “What is it?”

“I’m on my period.”