Alle Kapitel von Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

The hand on my shoulder was warm. Living. Not wet like the sea. Not cold like a memory. Warm — so familiar that my body already knew who it was before I was turned. But I didn't turn right away. Because on the phone I still heard breathing. The voice. And her last words echoed in my head: Noah is not the father of Cael. Before me, Noah Carter lay on his knees, blood on his shirt, while the baby-cael in his poor cried — not like a baby, but like something that knew too much. I slowly put the listener on the table. Immediately the phone crashed. The spiral cable detached from my wrist and fell asleep. Then I turned around. And saw the man. He was right behind me. Barefoot. Jeans. Grey sweater. Wet hair. Maybe in the middle of thirty. His face wasn't strange. It was painfully familiar. Not Noah. Not Eren. Not the older Noah. He looked like Cael — adult. But without amber eyes. His eyes were dark green. Like mine. He looked at me, and tears immediately ros

The water rose to my knees. Ice cold. It didn't smell like sea. It smelled like a hospital curse, after disinfectant and rain on asphalt. And that was worse. Because suddenly I knew: The water didn't come out of the house. It came from me. Every breath made the waves beat up around my legs. The blue book lay open on the table, although the water would have long gone away have to. The golden scripture still glowed on the last page: Elio And the voice from it echoed: “When Cael is born, Elio becomes your father.” Nobody spoke. Not Noah Carter. Not Silas. Not Eren. Even the baby-cael disappeared. Only the two heartbeats in my stomach were still there. Hurry. Slow down. Like two watches that measure different times. I took a look at Silas. He lay half in the water, his hand still on my stomach. His face was bald. Then he whispered: “I never saw him.” My heart stopped. “Who?” Tears ran over his face. ‘Elio’. He shook his head like he couldn't hold the memory.

The voice came out of my mouth. But she wasn't mine. My lips moved slowly, almost gently, as if someone were learning how to make them used. “Mama, I learned your place now. May I come out?” No one breathed. Noah Carter left a step back. His face was full of horror. Not before me. Before what was talking about me. I wanted to answer. I wanted to scream. But my body didn't obey me. My heart suddenly hit differently. Not in my chest. Everywhere. In my fingertips. In my teeth. In the sofa under me. It's like my heart started hitting the room. Elio was still in the middle of the living room. The little child with the green eyes looked at me and started crying. Not loud. A quiet cry, like losing someone he had just found. He shook his head. ‘No. Not so.” The second voice in my mouth laughed. Quiet. Kind. But not cruel. More curious. Then she said again: “You said I may stay if I am alone. So I have a place found where I must not share anyone.” Noah fell on

The little hand pressed against my chest from the inside. Right under the skin. Five tiny fingers. Clear. Like a child is standing behind a thin wall and grooving outside. I cried so loud that even the house seemed to tremble. Noah Carter went back, almost stumbled into the water, which still creeks deep in Living room standing. His face was pale. Tears and blood were mixed on his shirt. But then he ripped himself together and came back to me immediately. “Lena! Stay with me!” I just heard him away. Because under my skin the hand moved on. Slow down. Like she's counting my heartbeat. The baby in my arms — Elio — began to cry. Not loud. An exhausted, quiet wine. And as soon as he cried, the hand in my chest pulled back a piece. Just a minute. Then she came back. Stronger. Eren knelt next to the sofa. His eyes were wide open. He carefully put two fingers on my chest. Immediately he cried back as if something burned him. “He is not in her.” Noah stared at him.

The child before me was trembling in the water. Amber eyes. Wet curls. The little arms stretched out. Not like a monster. Not like the house. Just like a kid who wanted to see his mother. And in my arms Elio, warm and real, lay his green eyes wide open. His voice was clear. “Mama... when you lift him up, I fall into the sea.” I couldn't breathe. Don't think. The water around my knees crawled even though nobody moved. Noah Carter still fought against the stars, but this time he managed to Step. Just one. He stretched his hand after me. “Lena. Look at me.” His voice broke. But I didn't see him. I saw the stubborn child. And suddenly I remembered. Don't blur. Sharp. Like a wound that was never healed.I'm sixteen. Storm. The sea black as ink. I run barefoot over wet stones. Blood on my legs. Too much. My belly's crumbling. I'm alone. I'm screaming for my mother. Nobody's coming. Then I fall into the water. Something little slips out of me. Too soon. T