All Chapters of Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

ROXETTEThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and faint lemon cleaner. It was busy — too busy for a Tuesday morning — but Thea and I managed to find two plastic chairs near the lab registration area. I clutched my bag tightly on my lap, the pregnancy tests still hidden inside like a secret I wasn’t ready to share with the world yet. Thea sat beside me, her knee bouncing with nervous energy, but she never left my side. Not once.We had been waiting for over an hour already.The line for blood work and lab tests moved at a snail’s pace. Every few minutes, a nurse would call a name, and someone would stand up and disappear down the hallway. I kept checking the clock on the wall, watching the minutes tick by. My stomach was in knots. I had already peed in a cup and given blood samples earlier, and now we were just… waiting. Waiting for confirmation. Waiting for someone in a white coat to tell me what I already suspected was true.Thea kept glancing at me, her expression a mix of worry and

ROXETTEThe drive back from the mall felt both too short and too long at the same time.Thea was still chattering beside me in the driver’s seat, her voice bright and full of that effortless cheerfulness she always carried. She kept glancing over at me with sparkling eyes, talking about how cute the baby clothes had been and how she couldn’t wait to spoil her future cousin rotten. Every so often she would reach over and squeeze my hand, grounding me when my thoughts started to drift too far.I was grateful for her. More than I could put into words. After the intensity of the hospital — the long wait, the confirmation that I was really four weeks pregnant, the way the doctor had explained everything while I sat there in stunned silence — Thea’s bubbly energy had been exactly what I needed. She had taken charge without making me feel small. She had asked all the right questions about vitamins and food and what to expect. She had slipped the papers and prescriptions into my bag like it w

ROXETTEA week had passed since that night.I was now five weeks pregnant.The number sat heavy in my chest every morning when I woke up. Five weeks. The tiny life inside me was growing, even if there were still no outward signs. My body felt the same — a little more tired than usual, a little more sensitive — but nothing that would give the secret away. I had been careful. I took the vitamins Thea had helped me get. I avoided certain foods. I rested when I could. But I still hadn’t told Chandler.Every time I tried to find the right moment, the words died in my throat.I kept replaying the nightmare in my head. The image of Dahlia on top of him. The way he had looked at her in my dream. Even though I knew she had drugged him and set everything up, the old fears refused to fully disappear. What if he didn’t want this baby? What if he thought I was trying to trap him? What if he decided he wanted his old life back — the one with Diana and Dahlia?So I stayed quiet.The semester break h

ROXETTEWe didn’t go out again that night.After a long day of walking through Paris, laughing at street performers, and letting Chandler spoil me with more clothes and little trinkets I hadn’t asked for, we returned to the hotel suite just as the sky turned dark. The view from our room was breathtaking. The city lights sparkled like scattered diamonds across the skyline, the Eiffel Tower glowing in the distance. It felt like the whole world had quieted down just for us.Chandler ordered room service while I changed into one of the soft silk robes he had bought me earlier. When the bottle of wine arrived, it was a deep, rich red that smelled strong even before he poured it. He handed me a glass and sat beside me on the wide couch facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.“Try this,” he said, clinking his glass lightly against mine. “It’s supposed to be one of the best in the region.”I took a sip and immediately felt the warmth spread through my chest. It was bold and smooth, with a slight