“Shite.” Draven cussed in the hallway all the way to the doctor’s room. He’d excused himself, buying himself some more time by telling the doctor that he needed to go to the loo. However, that wouldn’t actually give him that much time especially since Draven also didn’t want the doctor to think that he was doing Number 2. Gad, that would even be more embarrassing than the fact that he was scared as hell of facing the doctor and being the person responsible for his young sister. This was even scarier than accompanying Clarabelle to see her OB. “Bollocks!” All of his life, Draven had always been a bitter person, especially when his two older brothers basically had thrown him under the bus over a decade ago which led him to live in exile. This bitterness was one of the reasons why he always carried himself with a bit of liquor and dark humor and most importantly, why he believed he’d be a bad father. It wasn’t that he was an irresponsible person, he simply didn’t care. He lacked the abi

About three hours later, they were sitting on the floor by the chaise lounge. Ella was resting her head on Javier’s chest while her husband had his back and head leaned on the side of the chaise. His eyes were closed as he gathered more oxygen into his lungs. As always, they’d given their all during their lovemaking. It seemed now that they were married, they didn’t feel the need to hold back. Ella wasn’t as shy as she’d been either. In fact, she got a little more inventive and investigative in finding out what she actually liked. And of course, Javier was more than happy to oblige. His wife’s happiness was his happiness too. Although the last three hours had successfully managed to distract his mind from what had been troubling him for the last twenty four hours, now the thought returned to haunt him again. He’d tried to hide it as best as he could because he didn’t want his wife to worry but it seemed that she could sense it already. “Something is still bothering you,” muttered E

While Ella was out and spending some quality time with her half-sister, Jessica, Javier was alone in his library which was connected to his office at home. He had promised a lot of people including his bedridden and unwell little sister that he wouldn’t do anything related to work. As appalling as that was, he attempted to honor his promise. Reading wasn’t actually working so that was what he resided to. After all, knowledge could be obtained through reading including knowledge of business and expansion. It was about four in the afternoon when he finally heard the noise coming out of the front door. He placed a bookmark to mark where he was reading and put the book on the coffee table next to him before walking out through the door. Ella caught him coming out of his office and her eyes narrowed infinitesimally. “Did you forget that you promise your sister that you won’t be working this week?” “Of course not,” Javier objected, closing the door behind him. “I was just reading at the

Draven scratched the back of his head even though it didn’t itch as he was faced with the current situation. No gentleman should be in his situation right now. Not even when his sister had given him her permission and made a perfect excuse for him. Still, in his effort to respect people’s privacy, he resided in one corner of the spacious room so no one could feel his presence. But not so far away that he couldn’t see his beloved sister, of course. “I’m pregnant,” said her sister to the man in front of her. It was the second man who’d gone to the hospital on the night she’d had an accident. Clarabelle’s green eyes met her brother’s for a split second before she fixed her eyes on the man. Draven couldn’t see the man’s face but he could tell that that man was probably going through some shock. His sister truly held nothing back when she sprung the news to this poor guy. “And could be your child.” There was a moment of complete silence. No one talked and Draven was sure if someone were

“Yes,” answered the man wearing a dark shirt and a dark navy blue blazer. His dark eyes moved from Draven to Clarabelle before he fixed his gaze back on Draven. He leveled his gaze with Draven. Both men were tall and around the same height. “Would you mind giving us some privacy?” Before Draven could say anything, his sister cleared her throat and sat tall on her bed. “Actually, Dean, I would prefer my brother to be here,” she said without breaking eye contact with the man who might be holding her heart. She knew that she’d asked Draven to witness it while she told both Brett and Dean but right at this moment, she truly needed him. At least with her brother being here, she wouldn’t feel so alone and lonely when Dean told her that he didn’t want anything to do with the baby or her anymore. At least with her brother being here, she could put up a face and would not cry. Draven watched the man subtly pat the right pocket of his blazer before sliding his hand into the pocket of his bla