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Evelyn’s POV

“What if you’re carrying my baby? What if you got pregnant after that day we made love?” he said, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.

“But…” I began to protest, still processing his words, but Antonio didn’t let me finish. He scooped me up in a bridal style again, his strength and determination palpable.

He quickly dressed both of us, his hands moving with a practiced efficiency. He picked out a soft, comfortable dress for me, carefully slipping it over my head, while he threw on a casual shirt and jeans. His eyes never left mine, a mixture of excitement and concern swirling in his gaze.

As he was about to carry me out of the room, I remembered the food we had left untouched earlier.

“What about the food? I’m still hungry,” I said, my stomach rumbling in agreement.

“Not now, babe. We need to get you checked at the hospital. I’m about to be a father!” he said, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and excitement. Then, he paused, considering something. “Or, we can quickly pack the food and you can eat it in the car on the way to the hospital.”

Antonio hurriedly packed some of the food into a small bag, his movements almost frantic. He made sure to include a little bit of everything, knowing how much I needed the nourishment. With the bag in one hand and me securely in the other, he headed out to the car.

The drive to the hospital was a blur of lights and hurried conversations. Antonio kept glancing over at me, his face a mix of worry and excitement. He handed me the food, urging me to eat something, but my mind was too preoccupied to focus on eating.

“Are you really okay with this, Tony? A baby?” I asked, my voice small and uncertain.

Antonio reached over, taking my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. “I am more than okay with it, Evelyn. I love you, and if we are having a baby, I promise I will be there every step of the way. I want this. I want us to be a family,” he said, his voice firm and filled with conviction.

His words settled over me like a warm blanket, easing my fears. I took a bite of the food, the taste somehow more comforting now. Antonio drove with a renewed sense of purpose, his grip on the steering wheel tight but steady.

When we finally arrived at the hospital, Antonio parked the car and practically ran inside with me in his arms, demanding immediate attention. The medical staff responded quickly, ushering us into an examination room. Antonio never let go of my hand, his presence a constant source of strength.

The doctor arrived and began the examination, asking a series of questions while conducting various tests. Antonio watched anxiously, his eyes never leaving my face.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally smiled. “Congratulations, it looks like you might indeed be pregnant. We’ll need to run a few more tests to confirm, but the initial signs are positive,” she said warmly.

Antonio let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his face breaking into a broad smile. He looked at me, his eyes shining with joy. “We’re having a baby, Evelyn,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and love.

I felt a rush of emotions, from fear to joy to an overwhelming sense of love for the man standing beside me. I squeezed his hand, my heart swelling with the knowledge that we were about to embark on this new journey together.

In that moment, everything felt right. Despite the chaos and danger that had plagued our lives, we had found a glimmer of hope, a promise of a future filled with love and family. Antonio leaned down and kissed me gently, a silent vow that we would face whatever came our way together.

As we walked out of the doctor’s office, Antonio’s excitement seemed to grow with each step. He stopped abruptly, turning to me with a determined expression. “Let’s get you what you need,” he said with a grin.

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“You’re going to become a mommy soon. You need to take care of yourself more now. I’m changing everything in our room, including our bed. You need a softer bed and a lot of other things,” he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

We got into the car, and Antonio wasted no time. He drove us straight to a high-end furniture store, his excitement palpable. We spent hours there, Antonio insisting on testing every bed to find the perfect one for me. He finally settled on an ultra-plush mattress with a matching headboard, complete with adjustable settings to ensure maximum comfort.

From there, we moved on to a baby store. Antonio seemed to have forgotten that we were only just beginning this journey; he wanted everything ready right away. We picked out a crib, a changing table, and a glider for the nursery. Antonio insisted on the best of everything, his face lighting up with each new item we added to our list.

Next, we went to a maternity store. Antonio was like a kid in a candy store, picking out soft, comfortable clothes for me, from pajamas to dresses to supportive bras. He even found a pair of slippers he thought would be perfect for me to wear around the house.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

As we moved from place to place, Antonio’s joy was infectious. He bought organic skincare products to ensure I stayed healthy and beautiful, a collection of prenatal vitamins, and a range of herbal teas designed to support pregnancy wellness. We even stopped at a gourmet food store, where Antonio filled a basket with healthy snacks and ingredients for nutritious meals he planned to cook for me.

Throughout our shopping spree, Antonio kept an eye on me, making sure I was comfortable and not too tired. He carried all the bags, refusing to let me lift a finger. His happiness was a balm to my soul, and I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

Finally, we returned home, our car packed with our purchases. Antonio was determined to set everything up immediately. He carried the new mattress into our bedroom, arranging it just so, and then started on the nursery. I watched him with a mix of amusement and love, my heart swelling with gratitude for this man who wanted nothing more than to make our lives as perfect as possible.

We spent the rest of the day organizing and arranging, Antonio’s energy never waning. He set up the crib, assembled the changing table, and even found time to cook us a delicious dinner with the mafe, all the while chattering excitedly about our future.

As the sun set, we finally collapsed onto our new bed, exhausted but happy. Antonio wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “We’re going to be great parents, Evelyn,” he whispered, his voice filled with conviction.

I nodded, my heart full. “Yes, we are,” I agreed, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

In that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, with love and determination. And with Antonio by my side, I felt ready for anything.

Wait, you need to bathe. Your body needs to be relaxed,” Antonio said, his eyes filled with concern.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “But, I don’t need it. I’m just a few weeks pregnant, and you’re already acting like this.”

“No, babe, get up. You need to bathe,” he insisted, his tone gentle but firm. Before I could protest further, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bathroom.

Antonio set me down gently, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt. He lifted it carefully over my head, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you comfortable?” he asked softly.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He continued, slowly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. Every movement was tender and deliberate, as if he was handling the most delicate treasure. Once I was undressed, he guided me into the warm, fragrant water of the bathtub.

Antonio knelt beside the tub, his hands gliding over my skin with the gentleness of a feather. He kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, whispering, “I want you to feel completely relaxed. Tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”

I leaned back, letting the warmth of the water and his touch soothe me. “You’re being so sweet, Antonio. It’s almost too much.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I just want to make sure you’re taken care of, Evelyn. Nothing is too much for you.”

Antonio carefully washed my body, his hands moving in slow, soothing circles. The combination of his touch and the warm water made me feel as if I was floating on a cloud. He paused frequently to ask, “Are you comfortable? Is the water too hot?”

Each time, I reassured him with a smile and a nod, “Yes, I’m perfect.”