THE CURSED LUNA

Author pov Amira struggled to comprehend that her actions were apparent to everyone in attendance. She moved restlessly around her room, tears streaming down her face as she reflected on her outburst at the office. The distress was so overwhelming that she found herself unable to eat breakfast or lunch, consumed by her longstanding fear. What if someone discovered her pregnancy? What judgments would they form? She was without a husband and had no idea who the father was. With a scoff, she eventually sank to the floor, gripping the bed frame tightly. Her thoughts were dominated by concerns about her reputation as a director, as the prospect of being pregnant had never been part of her plans. What am I going to do? Should I reach out to Tris and implore him to come over so we can discuss the baby's future and whether he would assume responsibility?

As Amira clutched the bed frame, her mind racing with fears and uncertainties, she felt a surge of desperation. She knew she couldn't keep her pregnancy a secret forever, but the thought of revealing her situation to anyone, especially Tris, filled her with dread.

Just as she was starting to lose hope, Amira's phone buzzed on the nightstand. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Tris's name on the screen.

"Tris," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Amira, I've been trying to reach you all day," Tris said, his voice laced with concern. "I knew something was off after the meeting. Are you okay?"

Amira took a deep breath, unsure of how much to reveal. "I... I need to talk to you, Tris. It's about something personal."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Tris responded, "I'm on my way over. We'll talk about whatever it is, Amira. You can trust me."

As Amira hung up the phone, she felt a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety, but also a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Tris would be the one person who could help her navigate this unexpected turn in her life.

But what if he rejected her, or worse, rejected the baby? Amira's grip on the bed frame tightened as she steeled herself for the uncertain conversation ahead.

While awaiting Tris's arrival, her stomach had begun to grumble with hunger. She rose slowly from her seat and made her way to the kitchen. Upon reaching the door, she paused and squatted down.

Thoughts of asking Tris to be the father of her child occupied her mind. Despite his affection for her, she feared that he might not embrace the complexities of her unexpected and whimsical pregnancy.

As she stood up and entered the kitchen, Amira's eyes wandered to the calendar on the wall, her mind racing with the reality of her situation. She was already two weeks pregnant, and the thought of raising a child alone was daunting. But was Tris the right person to share this responsibility with?

She opened the fridge, searching for something to ease her growling stomach, but her appetite had vanished. Instead, she found herself pouring a glass of water, her hands shaking slightly as she raised it to her lips.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Amira's heart skipped a beat as she realized Tris had arrived. She took a deep breath, smoothing her dress and making her way to the front door.

As she opened it, Tris's concerned expression greeted her. "Hey, you look pale. What's going on, Amira?"

Amira stepped aside, allowing Tris to enter. "Come in. We need to talk."

Tris followed her to the living room, his eyes scanning her face. "What's wrong? You're scaring me."

Amira sat down, her hands clasped together. "I want you to be my baby's daddy."

The words hung in the air like a challenge, waiting for Tris's response. Amira's heart raced with anticipation, fear, and a glimmer of hope. Would he stand by her, or would he turn his back on her and the unexpected life growing inside her? Tris let out a laugh, shook his head, and took a small step back, perceiving only a hint of humor in her expression. "Are you truly serious at this moment? Have you even considered what you are asking of me? You want me to be the father of your child."

Amira's face fell, her eyes welling up with tears as she nodded solemnly. "I'm completely serious, Tris. And yes, I've considered the implications. I know it's a lot to ask, but... I don't know what else to do."

Tris's expression softened, and he took a step closer to her. "Amira, I care about you deeply, but being a father... it's a huge responsibility. And what about the actual father? Have you considered telling him?"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Amira's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know who the father is, Tris. I've been... reckless, and I don't have anyone else to turn to."

Tris's eyes widened in surprise, and he sat down beside her. "Amira, I... I don't know what to say. This is a lot to take in."

Amira's tears spilled over, and she buried her face in her hands. "I know it's a lot to ask, but please, Tris... I need someone to trust. And I trust you."

Tris's expression was a mix of shock, concern, and something else... something that looked almost like compassion.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Amira felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he would stand by her after all.

Amira expressed her fear that one day the biological father might return and reclaim his child, leaving her in a state of emotional turmoil regarding her love for Tris. As she spoke, Tris gently stroked her hair, aware of the shame and regret she felt.

"Rest assured, no one will take anyone away from you, Tris. I appreciate your unwavering support, but I need you to answer my question. Will you assume the role of my baby's father?"