In Love With My Bully-Chapter 43: Tensions and Revelations

The next morning, I got myself ready to leave. Dr. Sanders had been in a couple of times before to check on me; she thought to mention that my husband had been sitting outside the door all night. I don’t care; he can sleep on the moon for all I care.

My parents and the Numeros came through the door, all smiles and hugs, holding balloons and a big ass bear. I had my bag packed, ready to get the hell out of this depressing space.

Mr. Numero grabbed my bag; him standing there carrying a lady’s bag was hilarious. Mrs. Numero thought so too; she fished out her phone and started taking pictures. I photobombed one with my tongue sticking out.

My family was happy; Mrs. Numero was happy. I should be too, right?

I looked for Richard in the room; he was standing in a corner looking even more exhausted than yesterday. I felt a pang of guilt, but he doesn’t get to make critical decisions about my life.

I managed a smile at my parents again, nodding distractedly about something they were saying.

Dr. Sanders came in one last time to give me specific instructions. She handed me a small pouch with medicines to take daily.

My mum took the pouch from me so she could tuck it in my bag.

"Take it really easy, and check in with me again next week. I put a card with your next appointment in the pouch for the other situation. So, I’ll see you," she shook my hand and waved to my family. She extended a hand to Richard, who took it with as much excitement as he could muster. It seemed strength had left him.

I heard my mum gasp behind me; I turned round instantly and saw that she had opened the pouch Dr. Sanders had given me.

"Mum!!!!"

"You’re ... You’re pregnant?" She stuttered. Why the fuck did I hand her the pouch?

Varying rhythms and tones of gasps filled the room. Mrs. Numero held my arm, searching my face for confirmation. I nodded, and she gasped again, followed by tears of joy. She turned to her husband and hugged him, crying uncontrollably. I got confused and threw an asking glance at Richard, who shrugged. Was she crying sad or crying happy? It was seriously hard to tell.

She turned to me once more and hugged me.

"Thank you... thank you." She left me in the arms of my mother next and headed to her son.

She held his face in her palm and pulled him down to kiss his head.

"I can die happy and fulfilled." She said. Richard hugged his mom; it was a rare sight.

"You have made me proud, Richard. Very proud."

I didn’t want to tell them, at least not yet. I wanted to figure out what to do first. But the happiness on everyone’s faces, the unadulterated joy I saw in Mrs. Numero’s eyes, it brought tears to my eyes. It was sad to know that the only ones currently not happy were the baby’s own parents.

"Let’s get you home." Mrs. Numero said. "When we get home, I am going to have my cook make something special for you."

"Actually, Mum. I... I... will be going to my parents’ house."

"Nita..." Richard started.

"It’s just... I miss home. And with everything that has happened, I thought being with my parents would help me." I saw the disappointment in Mrs. Numero’s eyes.

"Sure... sure... We can get together some other time." She said, forcing a smile.

My mothers were so all over me, I forgot the men were waiting for their turn to congratulate me.

"It’s been difficult to get some time with you since you got yourself two mothers." My dad said. I smiled, and he kissed me on the forehead. "My baby girl, congratulations."

"You are going to have one very spoiled kid." Mr. Numero said, nodding his head in the direction of their wives.

"I’m sure I can find a private jet stashed somewhere and escape with the baby for a year or two." I teased.

"You wouldn’t do that to me." My mother said. The men moved on to Richard, who had been at the same spot since they all came in.

"I was kidding, ma!" I said. Did she really take me seriously? Am I going to spend time with my own child at all?

We finally decided to leave the hospital, with the graces of social courteousness of barbarians. We were talking over each other, arguing about some ridiculous pregnancy myth.

Outside, when the fresh air hit my nostrils, I didn’t know one could miss outside so much. Mr. Numero handed my bag to Martin and turned to hug me once more.

"I will send a car for you tomorrow. We need to talk."

I nodded and got in the car. Richard got in next to me and we made our way through the streets, heading to my parents’ house.

"How long will you be staying at your parents?" he asked, his eyes were cold. He hadn’t shaved in a while, I could tell. He really didn’t look like himself.

"As long as I want." I responded.

"You are my wife, carrying my child. I will not let you be away from me, mad or not!"

"According to our contract, I get a couple of days a month to myself anywhere I want to go. We have been married for four months now; I think I have earned at least a month."

"Our contract also states there will be no sex involved; we threw that out the window at month two, didn’t we?" He countered.

"Touché," I said.

"I know that you are mad at me, but you have to come home."

"Whatever happened to Sam?" I asked; the question had been bugging me since I regained consciousness. I saw Richards’s lips tighten and a frown cross his face.

"Martin fired a shot in the air to distract him while you were fainting. He panicked and ran."

"Did you alert the authorities?"

"My father thinks that will be an unwise decision." He finished, rubbing his temples and frowning further.

"I think he is right." I said. He turned his head to look at me like a crazy woman.

"He hurt you! He had a knife to your neck; he was willing to use it."

"Can you afford the bad publicity right now? Did you forget all eyes are on you?"

"Nita... sometimes I think you are a robot." He grunted and sat back, relaxing in the chair.

"Is that why you got me pregnant without my consent?"

"I don’t regret it. You are not thinking about leaving me now, are you? You’re stuck with me,"

I laughed, a dry sarcastic laughter. "You think I would want to stay with a man whose ego is bigger than his head, a man who is about to have a child with his mistress; the same one you took off with on our wedding night, the same one I begged you to be careful with as it might mess things up. The same man who lied to me, tricked me. Darling, we are still getting a divorce."

"And I am not giving it to you!"

"Well then, we will see in court."

"Goddamnit it Nita. Why are you being so cold?"

"Constant heart ache will do that to you?"

*****

We arrived at my family home the same time as my parents. Martin helped in unpacking the items and gifts from the hospital into the house.

"you can leave now." I said to Richard when we were done moving stuff in the house.

"Babe..."

"You can leave." I maintained my stance. His shoulders slumped in resignation.

"Martin will be back here for you, in case you need to come back home and to protect you."

He was on his way out when a car drove into the compound. "Well fuck me!" he groaned.

It was Victor’s car. He parked and walked up to us in hurried strides. "Mrs. Numero, Mr. Numero. I’m sorry, I just heard you were really sick. I was at the hospital when I saw the Numeros leaving." He said quickly. "Are you okay now?"

"She is alright, she is just pregnant." Richard announced, a triumphant smirk on is face. freёnovelkiss.com

I didn’t know whether to face palm myself or give him a flick to his head.

"Oh! Wow!" Victor gasped. "I... well... congratulations!" He extended his hand to Richard, who took it proudly.

"Thank you. I will be at work on Monday."

"Are you up for it? I heard the COO position is now open; I wasn’t given any details. The work of auditing his account might be much."

"I did the bulk of it already. I should be fine."

Victor raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well. I just came by to see how you were doing."

"Thank you. Much appreciated." Richard said, curving an arm around my waist.

"I’ll see you guys later." Victor said and walked back to his car. As soon as he had turned his back, I swatted Richard’s hand away.

"Get your hand off me. You had to tell him?"

"Yes, maybe then he would stop looking for every opportunity to be close to you. Do you see how he looks at you?"

"Just go!" I sneered and walked in the house where my parents were waiting.

"Young lady, start talking." My father boomed.

Oh shit!