Alle Kapitel von Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

The voice on my ear was just a whisper. But she let the air flow. “Don’t say your new name. Otherwise I will be born again.” I didn't turn around. I knew who it was. Cael. Not the child. Not the house. Something that survived between them. An echo waiting for a name. Before me, Jonas stood on the stairs. Our fingertips touched. And at this moment I saw everything he saw. Not the house. Not the sea. Me. Always me. Like I kept him in the hospital for the first time. Like I sat next to his bed at night when he had fever. As I taught him how to hold shells to the ear to hear the sea. As I once said, only once in the dispute to Noah: “Sometimes I’m afraid to lose him because he loves me more than you.” And that night the house had called him for the first time. Not because he was weak. Because love was a door. Jonas’ eyes were brown again. Really. Tears ran over his face. He whispered: “Mama, I didn’t want to go. But there was someone alone.” My breath stopped

The name hit me like a blow in my chest. Milan. A name I never heard. And yet my hands trembled as if my body always knew him. The nurse still smiled. Too friendly. Too quiet. Her eyes wandered from me to Noah Carter, then to Jonas on the window. Like she'd check who remembered first. Noah stood free. His look was on the file. His lips moved. Then he whispered: “Milan was our first name.” My breath stopped. The nurse easily raised his head. “They remember.” Behind her, the room door slowly fell. Not by air. As if someone had closed them from the outside. Silas outside the window suddenly hit the window. Once. Hard. But no sound came in. His mouth was only repeatedly shaped: Don't sign. I pushed Elio closer to me. He was quiet. Too quiet. His green eyes stared at the nurses, and there was something in them that a Newborn not allowed: Knowledge. Jonas slowly stepped back from the window. His eyes didn't go to the nurse. He looked at the file. And in hi

The sun burned black outside. Not slow. Within a breath the darkness feeds the light. The hospital room — or what went out as a hospital — became gray. Quiet. Like the world just before a storm. Three children stood before me. Three possibilities. Three lives. On the ground was the first lost child. Now a real baby. Little. Screaming. Amber eyes full of fear. In my arms Elio slept quietly as if he trusted me, even now. And before me was Aren. The boy with the green eyes. The child that had never been born. The child that only existed because I loved others. His last words still echoed through the room: “If you don’t choose one, I will take you.” Noah Carter joined me. For the first time since the beginning of all this I saw complete exhaustion in his face. Don't worry. Don't panic. A person who had lost too many lives. He took my free hand. Press her. “Then we choose together.” I looked at him. And suddenly I understood something terrible. The house neve

The paper was wet. Not moist. Drop. Small water pearls ran over the crocheted letters: WHEN A FEHLT, BEGINNT THE HOUSE ERNEUT. My heart started shaking right away. Along with me, Noah Carter was slowly moving up. Half sleep. “What is it?” I didn't answer. My fingers trembled when I grabbed the paper. Ice cold. As if it were in the sea. I heard children laughing in front of the door. Three voices. Jonas. Elio. Aren. Three. Everybody here. So why was there: If one is missing... Noah immediately noticed my face. He carefully took the paper out of my hand. Las it. And got quiet. Not scared. Still in the way people become quiet when they have feared something long ago. Then he got up. “I’ll get the boys.” I immediately grabbed his wrist. Too tight. He looked at me surprised. I whispered: “Don’t go alone.” Just a moment. Then he nodded. We went out together. The hall smelled like coffee. Sunlight fell through the window. It's normal. Too normal. We

“Aren is not my child.” The words felt wrong. Cruel. And yet the whole house was vibrating from truth. Noah Carter left a step back as if I hit him. His face was white. “Lena...” But I hardly saw him. The memories came too fast. Not mine. His.Noah with seventeen. On the beach alone. After I disappeared. After the sea had taken me. He's sitting there for hours. For days. For weeks. He talks to the waves as if they could answer. And one night he says: “If you give it back to me, I will take everything you want.” The sea is quiet. Then a small boy with green eyes appears in the water. Maybe four years old. Bye. Barefoot. He looks at Noah and asks: “If I help you find her, then can I be your son?” And Noah— desperate, broken, half insane from loss— takes him into his arms.I'm glowing. The kitchen fluctuated around me. The house sounded loud. In the mirror Aren began to cry hard. Not angry. Scared. “Papa chose me.” Jonas looked between us. Confused.