All Chapters of Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The girl looked at me. With my eyes. Not similar. Not almost. My eyes. My breath stopped right away. Behind me I heard Noah Carter say my name, but his voice sounded far removed. Because suddenly the room began to change. The old star wallpapers swoop. Water ran down the walls. The soil became wet sand. And in my head there was something that had been closed for years. Not memory. Something deeper. inheritance. The girl got up slowly. Little. Barefoot. The red fabric rabbit firmly pressed to the chest. Then she asked quietly: “Why did you come back now?” My heart came together painfully. “I don’t know you.” As soon as I had spoken the words, fluffed pain over her face. Not rage. Disappointment. Like she'd heard this answer a thousand times. Kai stepped closer. His voice was barely audible. “She doesn’t recognize you anymore.” The girl didn't see him. Just to me. Then she said: “But. A part of her always recognizes me.” And suddenly I saw it. Not cle

Nothing happened long after that. And that was exactly what felt wrong first. No flickering lamps. No voices in the walls. No wet footprints in the hall. Just morning light. Rain against windows. Children who had breakfast too loud. Normal life. I needed weeks to accept that silence did not always mean that a little lukewarm. Sometimes she just meant peace. Noah Carter understood it faster than me. Maybe because he had waited so long for disasters that he would eventually decided to love the quiet moments anyway. He started running music again while he cooked. Terrible old rock songs that bug the kids. Jonas actually got a drum. A mistake. A giant mistake. But Noah only grinned every time the whole house vibrated. Elio painted little amber-coloured eyes on paper everywhere. Not creepy. More like lucky charms. And Aren slowly stopped waking up at night and wanting to go to the sea. For the first time, he really seemed like a child. Not like an echo. Kai and M

No one was sleeping this night. The wind got stronger, the closer the morning came. Not like a summer storm. Different. Humid. Salty. The window in Elios Room vibrated slightly within the frame. And somewhere far outside you heard gulls scream. Elio now sat up in bed. Too quiet. He held the knees to the chest and looked out into the darkness. “It doesn’t call us,” he said quietly. Noah Carter was behind him. Arms locked. Tension in any movement. “What then?” Elio did not answer immediately. Then he whispered: “After Aren.” In the hall, everything suddenly stopped. Aren himself. I immediately saw his face changed. Not surprised. Like a part of him had known that long ago. Kai stepped closer. His amber eyes seemed vigilant. “The sea never forgets its desires.” Silence. Noah's voice was sharp. “Aren is not a wish.” Kai looked sad. “But.” The words hit harder because they were true. Aren was standing in the door frame. Half a child. Something different.

The summer after that was calm. Not perfect. But real. And maybe this has become more important. Aren hardly spoke about the sea for weeks. But something in him had changed. Not disappeared. Fixed. As if he finally understood that origin and belonging were not the same. Sometimes he was still standing on the window at night. But now he looked back to the house before he went to sleep. Not out. To us. Noah Carter barely let him go since that night. Not in a controlling way. More unconscious. A hand on the shoulder while passing. Too long to stay in door frames. This constant short test: Are you still there? Aren noticed it, of course. One evening he even grinned slightly and said: “I don’t suddenly dissolve in seawater, you know?” Noah laughed. Then he still pulled him into a hug. And Aren admitted it.The other children also changed. Jonas became bigger, louder and surprisingly good in cheering up people. He was the first to notice when someone got quiet. M

Winter came early this year. Already at the end of November Frost was above the fields behind the house. In the morning the windows were full of ice flowers, and each of the children suddenly developed a dramatic personal tragedy about how unfair school is in cold. Jonas claimed that his fingers would “freeze medically” if he Waste had to get out. Mira regularly hid under three blankets at the same time and explained that she would the winter just slept like a bear. And Kai continued to run outside without a jacket, which every time in the same fight with Noah ended. Normal things. Beautiful normal things.Shortly before Christmas it began to snow. poet, slow snow that made the whole house quieter. Elio loved it. Elio claimed that snow was “the most friendly type of silence”. No one understood exactly what that meant. But somehow he was right. On Christmas Eve the younger children eventually slept on the sofa exhausted. Gift paper, half eaten biscuits and chaotic cra