All Chapters of Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The summer came back earlier than expected. Warm evenings. Open windows. The sum of insects in the high grass behind the garden. The house has been breathing like a living, but no more hungry. Rather satisfied. Almost peaceful. Elio sometimes claimed that the house would snore at night. Jonas said they were just Noah's pipes. No one asked.In a particularly hot afternoon, Mira and Kai decided the old Maple tree to “save”. No one knew exactly what. But suddenly there were buckets, garden hoses and too many small Blades around. Mira was completely smashed with earth. Kai desperately tried to let the situation work scientifically. “The roots need better air circulation.” “You just dug a hole with a fork,” Aren remarked dry. ‘Innovative air circulation’. Normal votes. Normal laughter. It still sometimes felt ineffective. Then the little shovel suddenly hit something hard. Kai rushed the forehead. “There’s something.” Within seconds, of course, all children crawled

August was hot. Too hot. Even at night the heat was still difficult between the walls, and all Children have spread like exhausted cats all over the house. Jonas basically slept across sofas. Mira claimed that fans had feelings and should therefore not be switched off ,. And Kai suddenly began to bake bread in the middle of the night, “because it was cooler at night is”. No one understood his logic. But the house kept smelling like warm dough and vanilla. It could have been worse.One night the door suddenly remained open. Not creepy. Just forget. Someone had brought the garbage out, someone else was with wet feet someone had screamed that Jonas had eaten his last yogurt had and at some point the door simply stood open a gap wide. It used to make me panic. Now I noticed it only hours later. I was just on my way to the kitchen when I noticed the cool night air. The weak cirps of the grills outside. And the narrow dark door gap. I stopped automatically. Old refle

Years later, none of us would be able to say exactly when everything is finally had become normal. Maybe it always happened with healing. Not suddenly. It's secret. Between breakfast, laundry and half forgotten rainy days. The house got older with us. The thieves crawled louder. The maple tree was bigger. And at some point the carnivals of the children on the door frame were almost up to the ceiling. Jonas first pulled out. Not far away. But far enough that Mira had bad mood for weeks and claimed he had ‘familiary treason energy’. Of course he came back all the time. With laundry. With hunger. With stories. Mira later began studying art. She almost painted doors. Open doors. Closed doors. Doors with light behind them. Once a professor asked her why, she only replied: “Because some doors decide whether someone stays alone.” Kai became quieter, the older he became. But not sadly still. Kind of attentive. As if he still treats life like a gift that is always

If anyone asks us about the house these days, we never quite know what to say.The truth sounds too strange.Too sad.Too vast for simple words.How do you explain to someone—without them thinking you’ve lost your mind—that a place lived off our lost memories for decades?That sometimes, children here don’t disappear, but simply wait to finally be seen?That love alone isn’t always enough—but that staying is sometimes almost the same thing?So, we usually just tell the simple parts.That the house was very old.That it weathered many harsh winters.That there were always too many people talking at once.Too many shoes in the hallway.Too many photos on the walls.And that you never stayed hungry or lonely there for long.That’s usually enough. Because by then, people already have goosebumps.Sometimes, children who used to be our neighbors come back.Grown up now.With families of their own.They point at the house and tell their children:“That’s where the people with the light in t

At exactly 3:07 a.m., something toppled over somewhere in the house.A loud, clattering crash echoed through the entire house.Then, absolute silence returned. Eerie.Three seconds later, several doors across the house simultaneously flew open and slammed against the walls.“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Jonas immediately bellowed from his room.“Why do you always scream right away?” Mira snapped back.“BECAUSE MURDERERS KILL PEOPLE WHO ARE QUIET!”Noah Carter appeared in the hallway with tousled hair and a baseball bat no one had ever seen before.“Why do you have a bat?” Aren asked, utterly horrified, his eyes wide.Meanwhile, in his fear, Aren was holding his flashlight the wrong way around.Noah looked momentarily caught out.“…Dad stuff.”“That’s not a word.”“Yes, it is.”Behind them, Kai appeared, looking completely groggy and wrapped in a blanket like a very tired ghost.“If it’s a demon, please tell it I have school tomorrow.”By now, Elio was clinging dramatically to Mira.“I knew the ho