All Chapters of Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Savannah woke up with heavy eyes. The room felt different that morning. She sat up slowly, holding her belly. The baby moved faintly, reminding her she was no longer alone. She touched her stomach gently and sighed. “I cannot keep working like this,” she whispered. Her hands trembled. She thought of the fainting, the weakness, the stress of carrying baskets in the hot laundry room. She thought of Adrian’s words too — “you should not be alone in this.” Her heart told her she must stop before it harmed the baby. But her mind feared what Rosa would think. Work had given her a roof, money, and a small sense of hope. Still, she could not risk her child. She got dressed slowly and tied her hair back. Her legs were weak, but she forced herself to walk to the laundry shop. The machines were already humming when she arrived. The smell of soap and steam filled the air. Marco was whistling as he folded sheets. Rosa was standing near the counter, giving instructions. When Rosa saw

Savannah woke up early the next morning, her eyes heavy with sleep. She turned slowly on the bed, her hand resting on her stomach. The baby. The one thing that kept her moving forward. The apartment Adrian gave her was warm and beautiful, better than anything she had ever lived in. But still, she could not just sit and fold her hands. She had always worked. Even when Nathaniel gave her nothing, even when he treated her like trash, she had found ways to keep herself busy. Now, she felt guilty sitting in comfort while Adrian was helping her. She wanted to do something, anything, to feel useful. So, despite his warning the night before, she tied her scarf, grabbed her small purse, and went back to the café. The moment she entered, Clara looked surprised. “Savannah, I thought you wouldn’t come today. You looked pale yesterday.” “I’m fine,” Savannah said with a small smile. “I need the work.” Clara didn’t argue, but she kept watching her all day, worried. --- Far across tow

That night, Savannah could not sleep. She lay on the bed, her hand on her stomach, her eyes staring at the ceiling. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat kept echoing in her mind. It was strong, steady, alive. For the first time, she felt a small flicker of hope. But along with hope came fear. She turned on her side, hugging her pillow. Adrian’s words from earlier played in her head. *You have me. I won’t let you go through this alone.* Her chest tightened. No one had ever said such words to her before. Not Nathaniel, not anyone. All her life she had carried pain alone. And now, suddenly, this man had walked into her storm and was holding an umbrella over her head. Why? She squeezed her eyes shut. “Don’t believe him,” she whispered to herself. “Don’t be a fool again.” But no matter how much she told herself, her heart beat faster every time she remembered the way Adrian looked at her in the hospital — like she mattered, like her baby mattered. --- The next morning, S

The morning sun slipped through the curtains of the new apartment. Savannah slowly opened her eyes, feeling the soft bed under her. For a moment she lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where she was. Then it came back to her. Adrian had refused to let her stay in that dirty room with rats and cockroaches. He had carried her things here, told her it was safer, and that she deserved better. She sat up slowly, her hand resting on her small belly. A weak smile touched her lips. “At least you’re safe, my baby,” she whispered. A knock came at the door. Before she could answer, Adrian stepped in, holding a tray with food. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm, but there was a softness in his eyes she had never seen in any man before. Savannah blinked in surprise. “You brought me breakfast?” “You need to eat,” Adrian replied simply. “The baby needs it too.” He placed the tray on the table and pulled out a chair for her. Savannah hesitated before getti

The sun was setting, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. Inside the small apartment, Savannah sat quietly on the edge of her bed. Her hand rested on her stomach, and her face looked pale. The doctor had warned her to rest, but how could she? Resting meant thinking, and thinking meant remembering all the pain. She sighed deeply and stood. Her throat was dry, and she wanted a cup of water. She told herself it was simple. Just fetch water from the kitchen and come back. She didn’t need Adrian hovering over her all the time. She could handle this small thing alone. Savannah walked slowly, her bare feet brushing against the cold floor. Each step felt heavier than it should. Her vision blurred a little, but she shook her head and whispered, “It’s fine. Just water. Just one cup.” She reached the kitchen counter and held the glass. The tap ran, water filling the cup. But suddenly, her hand trembled. The sound of rushing water grew distant, her vision spinning. She tr