The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 61. Miracles
"You and Eliza haven't considered getting married. Mama says it's not because she wants to push you, Mama see you and Eliza fit." A question was asked by my dear Mama, my last day here, while Eliza was walking in the garden. I saw it and embraced it.
"Mama just trust us, ..." But my mother looked at me in disbelief, it seemed that she was a perfect match for her future daughter-in-law.
"It's not because Eliza told Mama to ask." He told me the reason.
"I know, Eliza and I appreciate our time now, it's more important than just Mama's status, don't you think so."
"You understand each other so well. I don't know Mama just thought if you could have status, Eliza would be happy too. It won't affect anything, his father and Mama will be happy to see our son promise each other." I hugged Mama. What he said was not wrong actually.
"Okay Mama, I know what you mean. But trust me, I'll find the right time okay." I just want to enjoy our time, when I feel that urge I'll say it.
"You finally said it."
"Alright, not too long."
"Yes Mom. It won't take long. Just give us a second okay."
I get rid of his worries. Vanilla and I do understand each other, although status is important. There's a comfort zone I have to leave, it takes courage to do it.
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Two months passed, late autumn. What a beautiful season. Milan are cooling down, everything feels in the right rhythm. What makes me happy, later he took more time to share from work, so we could enjoy the time together more.
"Vanilla you don't work." He lazily woke up.
"I don't feel good. I think I'll just sleep for a minute." I fumbled his forehead. Not hot. Why she.
"Why? What are you feeling?"
"Oh, I just don't think it's comfortable. Maybe the flu. It's been the change of season. I think it just needs a break.
"It's almost the weekend, take a break, I'll just be home soon. There's no father to you anyway."
"Yes. Yesterday it was okay why I suddenly didn't feel well. I'm still limp."
"I told you Marriane made you some soup."
"Yes, thanks. I'll just drink milk." Before long he sat down from the bed and drank, I saw him dragging himself lazily.
I came back from the bathroom and saw her still with half a drink of water, closing her eyes.
"I'd better take you to the doctor."
"What's wrong. I think my digestion is disturbed. I am late to eat, I guess. I'll take heartburn..." She didn't finish talking, she ran to the bathroom. He's really throwing up.
"You just drank straight up vomit? Let's go to the doctor now."
"I think I'll just rest. I'm still sleepy. Yesterday I felt exhausted, I thought I was really going to get the flu? But why is it vomiting today." He went straight back to the bed, and I was worried.
"Sleep, 10 o'clock we go to the doctor."
"Well, let me rest, you got a job."
"Nothing matters today, it'll be a little afternoon when I go to the office after you're done with the doctor." It's only eight, I let him rest first. He closed his eyes, seemingly limp. I went downstairs and ordered Marrianna to make some soup for her.
Marriana who was astonished I asked for soup asked.
"Master wants soup?"
"No, Eliza's limp and puked from her waking up, I'll take her to the doctor at 10 o'clock."
"Ohh..weak, vomit?"
"When he only drank water he vomited water. I don't know what happened to him, yesterday he was fine just limp he said."
"Ohhh..." Marianne seemed to be thinking of something.
"Why? Is something wrong? Did he eat anything yesterday?" I thought he was eating something, but the same way I'm eating is fine.
"Ehm no sir, I just thought it was like .. morning sickness." I'm glued to Marianne, I don't think it's possible. He said there was a problem with the contents.
"I don't think it's just eating wrong."
"Hm...The Madam and Master ate the same meal yesterday. Those signs I think are most likely." I don't know what to say. There was a sense of excitement, but for a moment I didn't know what to do. But the possibility is very small. If she could, she wouldn't have separated from her husband who wanted a child.
"I hope it's true... Finally I'll have a mistress and a baby." Marriane smiled, I don't know what to do. It is better to make sure to see a doctor. There's nothing I can do before I know the truth.
"I'm not sure, .. I don't think so." My mind is not calm right now between expecting this to be true or not I don't know.
"Come, can you eat a little? Marriane made you soup."
"Yes I eat. What's wrong with me. It sucks when I never had a stomachache before." He grumbled in his own condition.
I saw him trying to eat cream soup, and bread. Try but then rewind the plate again.
"Miss, why?"
"I don't like the smell. Makes me nauseous." Marriane looked at me and smiled, it seems that she is very sure of what happened.
"There's a dry cracker, and I make strawberry and kiwi yougurt ice cream, Miss would love."
"Is?!" I'm concerned with what Marriane has to offer.
"Byeah, it looks good." Marriane instantly gave the bowl of frozen yogurt with the strawberry and kiwi. I saw him eat well.
"How can you..."
"So, this is delicious. It's delicious."
"Let me do it again. I know Miss would have liked it..." I looked at Marriane who was already smiling widely watching her Nyonya eat well.
"Why do you know I like this." He finally asked.
"Hmm.before when I was pregnant the first 3 months I liked in the morning was just sour and sweet, and ice. It tastes so good. Anything else I can't eat, ..." Eliza was silent, looking at me before returning to Marriane.
"No way Mary." He shook his own.
"What is impossible Miss." Marriane laughs. "Continue eating. I'm going to the supermarket to buy more sour fruit later. I checked the work in front first. That sour yogurt is still in the fridge." Marriane gave us a chance to talk.
"This, it's impossible. How...can?" He still can't believe what Mariana said.
"We go to the doctor okay, I don't know what's going on either." He held my hand tightly.
"If this is what Marriane said, do you .. do you want this child?!" Now he almost wants to cry.
"Hey.hey...Why are you crying."
"Are you going to tell me to drop it?" Crazy question, how could I have told him to kill my own son.
"Eliza, what are you thinking. You think I'm crazy to tell you to drop it. I'll kill me instead if I dare be so crazy..." I'm sure he'll kill me if I dare to ask for such a crazy thing.
"You sure about what you said? Because I'm going to defend it with or without your consent, it's okay to raise it myself." I'm hugging him now. Facing something like this might make him feel like he has a miracle.
"Honey, we have to make sure it's okay. You need to calm down. There's no way I'm gonna let you through on your own. There's no way I'm gonna tell you to drop it."
"You want? You serious?" His eyes were half in disbelief. Confirming once again my words.
"I want Vanilla baby, that's my son, our son.." He hugged me very tightly now.
"I really hope what Marianne says happens. I hope this is true. Is there really a miracle for me." He's crying now.
"You forgot to mention it to me, too..." I laughed, actually calming him and myself as well. "We have to make sure it's okay, don't expect to be disappointed." Now she stops crying.
"You're right, maybe this is just an ordinary pain. It's impossible, it's like ..." He lowered his hopes again. Sighs long. "I'm sorry I'm being so irrational right now." Seems like he was expecting this so much I know his feelings. He's trying not to expect too high right now.
"What's wrong, maybe it's true..."
"We're going to the doctor now. It may just be a regular pain. Come on I don't want to feel right or wrong like this. It's torturous..." He tried to laugh at himself
"Recycle your food first." I waited patiently for him. Actually impatient too. Surprise me because I don't mind right now. Looks like she's gonna be an amazing mom because she's even willing to raise her herself if I don't support her.
I took a long breath. Now I pray that we will be given this miracle.
The trip to the hospital was a long time ago. We were both more silent.
"If this doesn't happen, I'll still thank you, because you're willing." He's holding my hand now.
"Vanilla. Why you should thank me. That's supposed to be." He's leaning himself on me.
"May that be true. Hopefully..." I wish we had a miracle too.
I can't wait for the test and wait for the results. It felt like a century later what had not happened. Then the results came out and we sat down in front of the doctor. I clasped his hand like he was holding mine.
connect tomorrow---- yeah