Last night memories flood through my mind and I facepalmed mentally. It was my fault I forced him to be with me.

He was hesitant at first but when I threaten him to find another man to satisfy my desire his temper flared, and we lost into each other.


My eyes wandered around the floor looking for my dress and I let out a sigh of relief when I found it on the floor completely fine or else it would have difficult to leave this place without his knowledge.

He is sleeping peacefully on the bed like a child, mouth hung open. He might have no idea what we shared on the last night, I hope so. The heavy champagne mints I tasted while I kissed him was evidence that he was tipsy and not stable too.

I wore my dress back and took every step carefully like a little kitten to leave from this room, his room. Once I was out of his sight, I hailed a taxi and reached my apartment early in the morning.


How embarrassing!! Once again, I lost my sanity to him.

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"Nurse! How's my daughter?" I asked once she came into my room to check my BP. "She's doing good." She took my hand to check my pulse. "Thank God!" I let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I felt a sharp piercing pain in my upper arm and I yelped in pain.  She injected a syringe without my knowledge.

I glared at the nurse who gave me a weird look. What can I say I am not fond of injection; It's not my fault anyway.

Voluntarily, my hand went to rub my stomach and the heartbeat of mine started to accelerate immediately. How I'm going to protect this baby? I let out an audible sigh and climbed out of the bed to the attempt of standing by my feet.

"Please take rest. Your condition is not good, the doctor recommended the bedrest." The nurse informed me. If it had for any other reason about her implying the bedrest, definitely I would have declined it but it's my baby and it's my main concern too.

I slumped my shoulder in defeat before going back to bed again. It's very hard to control my emotions when my baby is suffering in the other room with heavy pain and it's not helping me staying here in the bed doing nothing but taking rest.

The previous encounter with him gave me a sick in my stomach. What if he takes Sweety's full custody? will he be able to do this? What if he wants this baby's custody too? My eyes pricked with tears as the thinking of him taking my kid's full custody. They are my world I can't live without them.

"Shh! don't think too much it's not good for the baby." I tried to convince myself although the anxiety I felt was never lessened.

After taking two hours of complete rest, I asked the nurse to bring me to my baby's room. "Please." I pleaded when she seemed to think about my request.

"Okay...." She was hesitant. "But promise me not to strain yourself too much." This time she made a request.

"Okay..." I whispered feeling unsecured. I'm afraid to face her. What if she doesn't want to see me? I gulped down and walked towards the direction of my baby's room.

For almost five minutes I stood there in front of her room and after gathering all my courage I turned the doorknob before entering slowly, not making any sound.

"I'm full I don't want to eat." I heard my baby's angelic voice. Somehow, I felt relief. She sounds good. Then I was happened to meet the back of a tall male figure who is feeding to Sweety; the spoon he was holding is telling me that he has been feeding to her.

He set the bowl on the table and took the napkin to wipe her mouth. "Mommy!" Her voice was barely audible. She stretched both her hands towards me when her eyes landed on me.

She was grinning ear to ear it made my heart jolt with happiness. I was expected to see a half dying Sweety, but she is completely alright.

I engulfed her in my arms and hugged her not enough to break her bones. I checked her whole body to find any trace of injury and pleased that I didn't find anything, and she is okay except for the giant wound in her head.

"Does it hurt?" I asked cupping her cheeks between my hands. She shook her head and grinned at me. Why she was smiling all the way since I entered her room? The question popped into my mind. Is she okay?

"Mommy?" She stroked my cheeks snapping me out of my own trance.

"Yes, baby!" I helped her to sit on the bed.

"Are you going to buy me a baby?" her question takes me off guard completely.

"Wha...What? Who told you?" I managed to utter. I have no idea how she knew. I have planned to tell her once she gets normal but not today.

"Uncle." She pointed her forefinger towards the person and I saw him standing beside the table wearing a painful expression on his face.

Anyone in his shoes would have felt the same if his own flesh had called him Uncle.

His eyes held so many regrets. I'm not good at reading people's mind but for him, it's an open book that anyone can understand easily.

He silently pleaded me to tell her a truth, the truth of how is he exactly related to Sweety.

I averted my gaze from him and concentrated on Sweety who was looking at me with a snooped expression.

I nodded my head. "Yes. Mommy is going to give you a sibling to play with you." I acknowledged her. If it gives her happy then I am happier to reveal the truth to her. She will make a good big sister in the future.