All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY FOR A THOUSAND EUROS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

53I woke up wrapped in the heat of the body of Lucas, rocked by her calm and regular breathing. It was the first time that I woke up like this, nestled against a man who looked at me as if I was the only thing that had in the world. But a wave of violent nausea suddenly took me, breaking the sweetness of the moment. My body was tense, and in a sudden movement, I got out of sheets even before Lucas understood what was going on. Barefoot, short, I rushed to the bathroom. I leaned over the sink, opening the tap with a trembling hand before leaning even more and returning everything. My belly was twisted, my whole body rejected what I did not even remember to have eaten. My skull turned, my heart was beating at an irregular pace. Once emptied, I let the water run on my fingers before carrying it to my mouth to rinse me. I straightened up slowly and, by swivel, I saw it. Lucas was there, leaning against the door, crossed arms, his gaze riveted on me. Her face was calm, but in her eyes

55I hardly slept. The thoughts were looping in my head, leaving me exhausted and confused. Whenever I closed my eyes, Paolo's face haunted me, reminding me of everything that had happened. Then there was Lucas ... Lucas and his sincere look, his sweetness, his words that still echoed in me. "No matter your past choices, what matters is what you want now. »»But what did I want, exactly? The morning arrived far too fast. I got up with a weight on the chest and dragged myself to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror sent me a tired image, the features drawn, the circles marked. It was not just lack of sleep ... it was anxiety. Lucas was still sleeping, peacefully lying on the bed, as if his world was not collapsing. I felt like I was suffocating. I grabbed my phone and tapped nervously on the screen. I knew the number of the medical office, I had already wanted it several times without ever daring. This time, I took great inspiration and composed. "Hello, Dr Morel's office, wha

57Allysa's point of viewI would never have believed that my life would take such a turning point. Every day, Lucas proves to me that he is there, that he loves me, that he wants me and this child. His gestures are tender, his attentions constant. He prepares breakfast to me before I even get up, caresses my belly sometimes with infinite sweetness, as if he already wanted to establish a link with this baby who grows up in me. He accompanies me with each medical appointment, encourages me in moments of doubt and offers me a silent but powerful comfort when I get lost in my thoughts. But that evening, he did something that I would never have imagined. We were installed on the sofa, a blanket on our legs, a series playing in the background that we did not even look. Lucas seemed nervous. I noticed him in his way of playing with his fingers, a ICT he had only when he was deeply concerned. Then he took a deep inspiration and turned to me, his blue gaze anchored in mine. - Allysa, I hav

59Lucas' point of viewI remember the morning when we left for our first prenatal consultation. The sun was already high in the sky, bathing the city with a soft golden light. Allysa was silent during the car journey, hands on her still flat belly, the lost look by the window. I could feel that she was nervous, and to be honest, too. I put a hand on hers, gently pressing her to reassure her. "Everything will be fine," I whispered, looking at her. She gave me a little smile, but her gaze was fleeing. Arriving at the clinic, a medicinal odor floated in the air, mixed with the scents of disinfectant and new paper. We recorded ourselves at the reception, then took place in the waiting room. My knee bounced nervously, and I gave stealthy looks to Allysa, who played mechanically with her fingers. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked gently. She shrugged before sighing. "This baby is there, Lucas. No matter how much I am afraid, I have to face this reality. »»Before I could answ

The house was plunged into a soothing silence. Lucas was sleeping peacefully in our room, and our baby, after a long evening of babbling and reaching out to me, was finally resting in his crib. Sitting at the desk, by the dim light of a lamp, I stroked the blank sheet of paper in front of me with my fingertips.I took a deep breath before picking up my pen. This wasn't just a letter. It was my heart I was laying bare, a testament for the future, a memory my child would one day read to understand where he came from. "My darling,If you have this letter in your hands today, it's because you're old enough to understand your story. A story that began in chaos, but transformed into something beautiful, something unexpected. I want you to know that your birth was never a mistake. You came into the world in the middle of a storm, when I doubted, when I was afraid, when I felt lost. But as soon as I knew you were growing inside me, my heart changed. You were the light I never thought I deserv