Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 – Behold, You Will Bear A Child (Anj‘s POV) My big brain has been working busily, counting the days, checking on the possibility that my two ni ghts of madness with Sky Mars bear fruit, and the scary part, when I returned home, there was a big chance that I did not go back in one piece, but in two.

After that short talk with Ms. Livy, I had forgotten that Dylan would treat Anya and me to eating ice cream. I walked in the other direction, going to a drug store to get the one thing I never expected I would buy at my age now, and headed to the nursing home.

I made sure to hide the pregnancy test kit well in my cabinet before going to Sister Grace‘s office. I found her doing paper works, and when she saw me standing in the doorway, she stopped reading the documents. “Is something wrong?” She worriedly asked me, looking at me with great concern because it was still early for my shift in the nursing home. “Are you feeling okay?” I swallowed hard, and maybe my tongue included because no words came out when I opened my mouth. My forehead was sweating, and my body was shaking, wanting to cry out of fear.

Sister Grace chuckled gently. “There’s the cellphone on the coffee table if you‘re asking for permission to use it,” she said, returning her attention to the paper. “Did you run away from Dylan and Anya again?” A forced smile curved my lips, nodding at her and wanting to cry as I remembered Dylan and Anya. Despite my wobbling legs, I reached the table and took the cellphone. “Angela, the residents are asking if we can have a little presentation on Christmas eve. Mrs. Antonetta wants to talk to the three of you later,” she smiled apologetically at me. She didn‘t need to remind me because we always do it yearly, and for the last five years, we have always let Mrs. Antonetta decide on the program. Last year, we had the three ghosts of Christmas, and it was a funny play because most ofRêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

the actors were residents in the nursing home, and they kept forgetting their lines, almost making her blood pressure high. “I told you she‘ll be here,” Anya’s voice startled me. I turned to the doorway, finding Dylan standing with a plastic bag and flowers in his hand. Anya went to Sister Grace to kiss her cheeks.

“No wonder she‘s running away from you two,” she chuckled softly, glancing at the bag, which obviously had a gallon of ice cream inside. “Anya, you know h er stomach has been upset the past few days,” she reminded her. “Then, more for me. That little witch should have just told us.” She sneered at me and gave me a sullen look

“Anya, don‘t call your cousin that,” she shook her head and smiled at Dylan. “Is that for me?” His lips curved a gentle smile as she nodded at her. “I know you don‘t like ice cream, Sister Grace, so I brought you flowers.” “Thank you,” she rose to her feet, took the flowers from him, and placed them in the vase. Only now that I noticed that it has been empty for days. I guess I have been too busy to pick flowers for her.

I returned the cell phone to the table and walked toward the door, wishing Dylan would leave because I w as too nervous about facing anyone today.

“Go to the family room,” Sister Grace said, glancing at me. “Find out what Mrs. Antonetta plans for the pl ay.”

“No ice cream for you,” Anya said, sticking her tongue out to me, taking the plastic bag from Dylan, and s neering at me as she took the ice cream from his hand and walked toward the family room

“You made me worried,” Dylan uttered as he placed his arm on my shoulders. “What‘s happening with yo u?” I shook my head. “...” I thought of a good lie but couldn‘t think of any. “[...” I heaved a sigh. Dylan stopped and turned me to face him. “If something is bothering you, you know I‘m just here, right?”

I nodded but sighed deeply as I smiled at him. “I know,” I whispered, looking at the hands he was holding now. My eyes welled with tears, but thankfully they did not betray me.

Later... I will cry in silence later.

Anya was already sharing the ice cream with them when Mrs. Antonetta rose to her feet and smiled at me as if she had not seen me for a long time.

“There! There! There are my stars,” She approached me and held my forearm and Dylan‘s, tugging us to sit with her on the sofa. “We‘re doing the Birth of Jesus, and you and Dylan will be Mary and Joseph,” she announced excitedly. “You‘re kidding, right?” I didn‘t mean to say it that way, but I could not be Mary. “Can I just be the angel?”

She frowned at me. “I will be the angel, Anya will be your cousin, and Dylan will be Joseph. The end of the co nversation,” she said, smiling and blinking at me like she was telling me it had been decided.

I whimpered, quivering my lips to show her I disliked the idea. Mr. Simon groaned, hushing us. “Give in to her request, Anj. Her soul won‘t rest if you don‘t accept it. She won‘t let us rest, too,” he complained, returning his attention to the news on the TV.

“You‘re better than me,” I said to Mrs. Antonetta. “Be the Mary,” I grinned.

“Good heaven!” Mr. Simon cut us again. “What play are you trying to show? The story of Sarah? Dylan h ere is too young to be the Abraham.” He guffawed, causing everyone in the room to laugh. “He has a point,” Mrs. Antonetta said, smacking Mr. Simon in the shoulder. He laughed at her but did not add any more comments.

My head turned to the news when I heard the name Sky Mars, the man I have been longing for. Like Mr. Simon, my eyes were pinned on the TV, watching Sky and Lalaine caught dating in the Caribbean. The volume was low, but I didn‘t care,

All that mattered to me was seeing Sky again, wishing to see him smile at me, hoping to be in his arms despite being drunk, not in our usual selves. Although our married life was short and

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not valid, it was too precious for me that I wanted to remember it for the rest of my life. If only I could tell Sky, I have been trying too har

Sky and Lalaine... the perfect couple! Jealousy crushed my heart as I looked at them.

“Angela,” Dylan called, giving me ice cream in a cone, but I waited until they changed the news on the TV Mrs. Antonetta standing beside me, trying to practice her lines. I smirked as I scooped the lemon fruit from the pitcher on the table and unconsciously squeezed it on my ice cream as I stared amusingly at her. “Behold, you will bear a child in your womb and have a – “She stopped and stared at me, narrowing her eyes as she studied my face. She gasped, finally realizing at me, looking panic–stricken as she watched me enjoy my ice cream.

I chuckled and shook my head. “Mrs. Antonetta, don‘t be funny. You know that the angel did not say the news that way.” “You are pregnant,” she said again, getting Anya and Dylan‘s attention. “What are you? A human ult by just looking if one is pregnant or not,” she hissed at me, crossing her arms in her chest.

Anya left Dylan and walked in my direction, studying me as tears rolled down my cheeks. “Angela, are you pregnant?” Her eyebrows knitted as she asked me. She took the ice cream cone from me when I didn‘t answer. “Tell me the truth, and don‘t you dare use your immaculate joke on me because it won‘t work.”

I swallowed hard, looking at the doorway where Sister Grace was standing, looking shocked as she waited for my answer.