4: In case you are pregnant

Felicity

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After the three-hour drive, I finally reached Massimo’s Grandpa’s cottage, where he was spending the last couple of years of his life in memory of Grandma.

Others would learn about all this divorce and rejection sooner or later. I wanted him to learn about this from me because Massimo didn’t know how to talk with his Grandpa because they never got along, especially after Massimo chose me as his chosen mate.

Grandpa wanted him to choose anyone but me.

"If you’re here to say Goodbye for the last time, then say it and leave." I heard his voice from the kitchen as I walked inside his small and beautiful cottage. I wasn’t eyeing his homely cottage, but I loved the place where it was built between a field of colorful flowers, along with the way it was maintained by the one and only Grandpa. "If you’re planning to ask for this cottage as alimony, then remember that this belongs to me, not Simo." Finally, he came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.

"Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’m not planning to ask for it."

"You weren’t going to get this anyway." He said it like a pup, making me chuckle. "Now say it and leave because I knew that’s why you’re here for the last time."

"I was thinking if I can cook dinner for you tonight? How about celebrating my divorce?" I asked, walking past him inside the kitchen to see what he was cooking. I asked his permission, but I didn’t care to wait for his answers.

My mouth watered when I found mushroom risotto on the stove. It was my favorite, and not to forget, Grandpa was a great cook. I looked around and found a pizza base on the counter.

"You were making pizza?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. I was just wondering when you started eating these types of things," Grandpa glared at me, to which I gave him a sly smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but I knew that it was for me. "I’m going to prepare Tiramisu, your favorite," I said, looking for coffee.

"Why are you preparing my favorite dinner, Grandpa?" I asked softly while working on Tiramisu. I couldn’t believe this old man; he was asking me to leave and preparing my favorite food at the same time. It looked like he knew that I wouldn’t leave that easily.

"Because, unlike my fool grandson, I know you will not just leave him but leave this pack as well as this country, and I’m not sure I will be alive to see you again." My breath hitched, and I looked at him with wide eyes.

How could he know my plan?

I hadn’t shared it with anyone.

"I know you’re not an orphan or omega because of how you've acted for the past ten years." My throat started getting dry after hearing him. I wondered whether I should run and save my life or stand here in front of him like a fool while waiting for my death. "Don’t worry, I won’t kill you just the way your mother killed my other son," He added calmly, keeping the pizza in the oven.

That was the reason that I had to hide my identity because my dad’s pack and Massimo’s pack were enemies. It's not that they wanted to go to war, but they didn’t stand by each other because of the drama that happened before my birth.

"That was why you were against Massimo choosing me?" I asked, to which he nodded his head.

"Don’t get me wrong, but I thought that you were here to kill Simo when I learned who you were." I shook my head at his words. I wasn’t here for that purpose. I didn’t explain myself after realizing that he had used the past tense in the sentence. "I wondered how you convinced your parents in this play." He asked curiously.

"I couldn’t," I said, shaking my head. "I blackmailed them; after all, I was their princess."

Maybe that was why all this was happening to me. I left my family for Massimo, and now...

"You shouldn’t have done that," Grandpa said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I knew that, Grandpa. I knew that.

"So, are you happy now that I’m finally leaving your grandson’s life?" I asked with a sad smile.

"Of course I’m. Now I can live peacefully without getting disturbed by you every weekend." He responded, making me grin. Though I knew he loved staying alone, I used to make sure to visit him once a week, even though he used to complain about his peace getting ruined by my arrival.

"Can I use your phone?" He nodded his head and took it out of his apron. I dialed my dad’s number from his phone instead of mine because I had a gut feeling that Massimo would look for me if I disappeared all of a sudden.

I knew he would for sure, and I didn’t want to leave any trace behind me in any way.

"Hello,"

"Dad."

"Amee!! Whose number is this? Do you know how impatiently we were waiting for your call? You told us that you had good news to share yesterday, but then we didn’t hear anything from you."

"Amelia, did you tell him the real truth? You’re leaving a fake life, and your relationship is built on nothing but lies. And trust me, sweetheart, these types of relationships don’t last for long." I heard Mom’s voice.

"By the way, what is the good news?" Dad butted in.

"Are you pregnant?" Mom asked. I watched Grandpa look at me sharply after hearing Mom’s words.

"I’m returning home, and this is Grandpa Leo’s number," I finally answered. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. I bet they would be thinking that I told everyone the truth.

"With him?" Mom asked softly.

"Alone," I knew they would have sensed that something big would have happened, but I was thankful that they didn’t ask about it even once. In fact, Dad told me that he would be sending his private jet after I confirmed the date.

After talking to him for a while, I disconnected and called, and at the same time, Grandpa received a message from Massimo. I knew I shouldn’t open and read it, but after reading a glimpse of the message, I couldn’t stop myself from opening it.

‘I can’t leave her, Grandpa. Not after spending a night with her,’

My vision blurred as tears dwelled in my eyes as I read his message. Yeah! He couldn’t leave his mate after sleeping with her, but he could leave his wife by throwing an enormous amount of money at her face.

I read the previous message where Grandpa had asked him to reject her, with which he strongly disagreed.

At the same time, I read Massimo’s new message.

‘And do you know who she is? She is Amelia, the same Amelia who saved my life when I got kidnapped.

I handed over the phone to Grandpa, wondering whether I should tell Massimo that his mate was fooling him.

Yes, I should.

A part of me wondered whether he would trust me or not, but I couldn’t live with the guilt that I knew the truth but never shared it with him.

"You’re pregnant, aren’t you?" Grandpa asked when I looked at him.

"I…"

I was about to answer him when my Massimo mind linked me. ‘Why didn’t you visit the hospital?’

‘I will visit tomorrow.’ I responded curtly. I waited for him to speak, but when he didn’t say anything for a while, I closed the mind link.

I looked at Grandpa to answer his question when my phone started ringing. I excused myself and left the kitchen to grab my phone from my purse. My eyes thinned when I saw the name of my chosen mate on the display.

"I wasn’t done speaking," He barked the moment I received his call. I would have laughed at his childish behavior if our situation had been different.

"Hmm,"

"In case you are pregnant, then I won’t be rejecting you," He said. A smile appeared on my face with the thought that maybe our pup wouldn’t let us separate.

"Does that mean you will reject your fated mate?" I asked and heard a growl in return. When he didn’t reply to anything on that part, I realized he was planning to keep both of us. My heart cried in pain at the thought of becoming Alpha’s mistress because, at the end of the day, the fated mate would have the upper hand.

"Either you will be staying with us or I will have to take my pup from you, in case you are pregnant, Amee. You better visit the hospital tomorrow or I will have to drag you to the hospital for a check-up." With that, he disconnected the call.

I wouldn’t lie, but his words scared the shit out of me. Both the options that he had given me were scary and painful.

I had a feeling that he had an idea about pregnancy; after all, it had already been more than seven days since we made love... Correction: we had sex. I turned around and saw Grandpa looking at me. I knew he would have heard our conversation.

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#TBC