Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

As Marco had previously mentioned, he and Freya were now in the kitchen, looking at the ingredients already on the table.

“So, Uncle, what are we going to make?” Freya asked, also unsure of what she should do. After all, it was Marco who had suggested making breakfast, so Freya would just follow whatever Marco instructed. Currently, besides being busy with the ingredients in front of him, Marco also had to look at recipes on his smartphone.

“Wait a minute, Uncle has to find a recipe that matches the ingredients we have,” Marco said again, looking a bit puzzled, making Freya immediately look at him with raised eyebrows.

“Did Uncle invite me to make breakfast without any prior planning?” Freya asked, inspecting Marco’s expression, which was currently glued to his phone, as he looked at the recipes that he was now reading one by one.

“Yes, it was a sudden invitation from Uncle, why?” Marco asked back.

“That means Uncle can’t cook?” Freya asked again, making Marco finally look at his little daughter.

“I don’t know, Uncle also doesn’t know whether Uncle can be considered good at cooking or not, because if Uncle looks at the recipe, at least the food Uncle makes can be eaten. So, how about it, do you still trust me to help make breakfast for Mommy?” Marco asked, making Freya nod her head, albeit with a little hesitation. Well, at least before, Marco had cooked, Freya thought, and now it seemed Marco had already found the recipe for what they were going to make.

“Okay, we’ll make toast, eggs, sausages, and salad. Are you ready?” Marco asked, making Freya nod her head.

“Alright, what should I do?” Freya asked again, making Marco finally instruct Freya to spread butter on the bread they were going to toast, while he chose to do other tasks like cutting vegetables for the salad, cracking eggs, and others. They were busy with their respective tasks, making Letta, who was watching them while sipping hot chocolate in front of the television, just smile.

Letta didn’t know how messy the kitchen would be after they finished cooking. However, it seemed seeing how Freya was laughing while cooking with Marco made it all worthwhile, even though Letta might have a hard time cleaning up later. Letta then chose to sip her hot chocolate again while watching some TV shows, when she caught a slightly disturbing smell.

“Are you burning the food?” Letta exclaimed, making Marco immediately turn around, noticing the smoke starting to rise above the stove.

“No, no, it’s fine, just a little brown,” Marco said soothingly, then turned off the stove and disposed of the slightly burnt egg.

“Alright, it’s better to show you this egg now. When it turns slightly yellow, it means the egg is cooked. You just call Uncle, and Uncle will finish the salad, okay?” Marco said, making Freya nod.

Letta didn’t know how long it took to make toast, eggs, sausages, and salad, but after counting, it seemed that even after more than 2 hours, they weren’t finished yet. Letta finally decided to get up from her seat because she was getting bored, and stood right at the pantry table as she had imagined. The floor, even the pantry table, looked full of wasted food ingredients.

“It seems like Mom will never let you make breakfast together with your uncle again,” Letta said, making Freya just smile.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“But it’s fun, Mom. I can learn to spread this. Look, it’s easy, and I can do it next time if you make toast, I can help you because I can do it,” Freya said, making Letta nod.

“Of course, Mom will need your help, but not with others, okay?” Letta said, making Freya nod. After Letta intervened, they were finally able to serve breakfast that looked slightly deviated from the recipe Marco had previously seen. The toast looked too brown, and the eggs were in the same condition. The slightly better one was the salad, just because it was given some mayonnaise.

“Yeah, this isn’t bad. I’ll try it,” Letta said, making Marco and Freya fall silent while watching Letta start eating each of the dishes.

“Yes, this is still edible. Good for your first try,” Letta said, making Marco and Freya immediately smile. They then joined in calmly eating their breakfast, occasionally discussing light topics, until Letta looked at Marco, as if questioning the next plan after they spent time cooking together.

“Freya, would you like to go to the City Park with Uncle and Mom?” Marco asked suddenly, making Letta fall silent. Indeed, they had no schedule today, and it seemed she wouldn’t refuse Marco’s invitation either, making Freya look at Letta with sparkling eyes, as if asking for her opinion on whether she could go to the city park, making Letta finally smile at her daughter.

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” Letta said, making Freya cheer again.

“When will we leave?” Freya asked again, now getting off her chair.

“After you finish your breakfast, we’ll leave immediately, because if it gets too late, it will definitely be very hot. Do you like playing with bubbles, right?” Marco said, making Freya immediately enthusiastic again. Freya sat back down and finished her breakfast, and in the park, Marco planned to tell her everything. Marco chose to make Freya enjoy the game there.

They then finished their breakfast, with Letta helping Freya get ready. They immediately left the house and got into Marco’s car. Even on the way, Freya couldn’t stop smiling, telling that this morning, for some reason, she felt very happy after making breakfast with Marco. Now, she was going to the city park that she occasionally went to one or a few weeks, Letta took her there.

“Can I have ice cream and cotton candy there?” Freya asked, making Letta fall silent for a moment.

“If it’s ice cream, okay, but for cotton candy, no. Didn’t you finish so much a few days ago? Mom also couldn’t take you to the dentist and check on the condition of your teeth?” Letta said, making Freya fall silent, but Freya still agreed.

“Alright, ice cream is fine, I can eat that, okay, Mom,” Freya said, making Letta put out her hand, then nodding her head.

“You can do anything else, except for cotton candy,” Letta said, and they immediately continued their journey to the City Park.

Marco then parked his car at the city park. Playing with bubbles was one idea to let Freya know that the man she had been calling Uncle was actually her father. Marco and Letta watched their little daughter playing bubbles with other children, how Freya’s laughter made Marco and Letta feel the happiness of their little daughter.

“Look, even her smile looks just like yours,” Letta said, making Marco look at Freya’s face, which looked more like his own.

“Yes, I know. Isn’t she very beautiful?” Marco said, making Letta look at Marco and clench her fist.

“Of course, because she is my child, she will definitely be very beautiful,” Letta said, making Marco burst into laughter.

“Doesn’t her face look like mine? That means I have more influence on her face, right?” Marco said, for some reason since the morning, he always wanted to tease her and didn’t want to lose in an argument, making Letta finally fold her arms while looking back at Freya with a annoyed look. That’s when Marco reached out and poked her cheek with his index finger.

“So, are you annoyed right now?” Marco asked, as Letta just brushed his hand away. Marco then approached, pulling Letta’s waist. Marco leaned in, then kissed Letta’s neck, making Letta widen her eyes as she looked at Marco disapprovingly.

“Hey, look, there are a lot of people around us. What if someone notices us?” Letta said, moving a bit away from Marco.

“No one will notice us. They’re busy with their own business. Besides, why does it matter if we look like a couple waiting for our child? It’s okay for us to be affectionate like this,” Marco said casually, making Letta pout.

“Well, that’s normal for you, but not for me. I really dislike it when people pay attention to me,” Letta said again, making Marco nod.

“Yes, but at least from now on, people will surely pay attention to you because you are with a man like me. Isn’t my presence alone already drawing attention?” Marco said confidently, making Letta just shake her head.

“I hope Freya doesn’t inherit your overly high self-confidence,” Letta said, making Marco laugh. They fell silent again, watching how Freya started to look tired, with flushed cheeks and sweat dampening the side of her face. Letta finally chose to call the little girl.

“Sweetie, the sun is quite hot now. Come and rest,” Letta said, making Freya finally run to her mother. Freya sat between Marco and Letta, who immediately wiped the sweat from Freya’s face gently.

“Look, aren’t you tired?” Letta asked, making Freya shake her head.

“No, Mom. It’s actually fun. I want to play bubbles like this every day with those kids, because if I’m at the plantation, I rarely get to play, and I only play with Rose. It’s boring,” Freya said, seemingly already getting tired of her everyday life, playing with those people only, making Marco look at Letta, who returned his gaze.

“Yes, aren’t you going to school soon? You can have many friends and get to know them,” Marco said, making Freya immediately turn to Marco with sparkling eyes.

“Really?” Freya asked, making Marco nod. Freya then looked at Letta, who didn’t comment at all.

“Is that true, Mom, what Uncle said?” Marco asked, making Letta nod, but when Letta answered Freya’s question again, Marco suddenly nudged her.

“Sweetie, can you start calling me ‘Dad’ from today?” Marco said, making Letta, for some reason, immediately feel her heart pounding. As Letta had said earlier, she didn’t need to comment and only needed to trust Marco to explain everything to Freya. Meanwhile, Freya, who was now looking at Letta with enthusiastic eyes, made Marco smile. Marco reached out and gently stroked Freya’s face.

“Yes, you can call me ‘Dad,’ because I really am your father,” Marco said, making Freya then look at Letta, who nodded. That indicated that Letta also shared the same oeinion as Marco.

“Why did Uncle become my dad?” Freya asked, as Letta could predict that Freya wouldn’t immediately accept it. She would definitely ask Marco some questions about his explanation regarding her own father.

“Because before this, your mother and I were a couple. We were married, and there were things that caused us to separate just like that. And then we had you. That means I am your father. You have a father. I’m sorry it took me so long to meet you,” Marco said, making Freya immediately look at Letta.

“Is that true, Mom?” Freya asked, seeming not to believe that she had a father, making Letta nod her head.

“Yes, dear, this uncle is your father. I’m sorry, I was late to explain. I was just looking for the right time to talk about this. I was afraid you wouldn’t accept a new person in our lives,” Letta said, while Freya still didn’t show the relieved expression. However, the next moment, when a smile appeared on Freya’s lips, Letta immediately turned to Marco.

“Why would I reject it? Isn’t it great to have a dad? That way, Mom will have a friend, not just a roommate who can help Mom, and whenever I want to play, anytime. Isn’t that what we Call a dad?” Freya asked, making Marco widen his smile.

“Yes, that’s one of the reasons. You can even ask me for anything. I will protect you, make you happy. That’s why I’ll be present in your life from now on,” Marco said, making Freya smile too.

“But, Mom, aren’t you happy that Uncle is my dad now?” Freya asked, seemingly still not fully understanding the words that Marco and Letta wanted to convey. However, at least Freya knew that Marco was her father now. Letta then shook her head, smiling warmly at Freya.

“How could Mom reject it? Because he really is your father. So right now, you can be proud. If there are friends who ask about your parents, you have a mother anda father who will always make you happy,” Letta said, making Freya nod. Marco then opened his arms wide.

“So come here, my girls. I will never let you go again. I will make you happy,” Marco said, making Freya and Letta finally hug Marco tightly.

The end