Todos los capítulos de A Chubby Girls Need Love Too Collection : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Millicent’s POVI swallow, trying to get rid of the bile that’s already resurfacing. I can’t afford to lose it now, not in front of him. I need space to process the possibility that I might end up pregnant under the same roof as Yelena.I almost laugh at how ridiculous it sounds even to myself, but the bitterness remains in my mouth. What do I even do if I’m pregnant? Do I tell him? And what happens if he accuses me of trapping him? Especially with what’s already happening with Yelena. That would be my first thought if I was in his shoes.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Millicent. Way to be a responsible adult.His frown deepens when I don’t say anything. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I consider his question for a second before a million others flood my mind. Why am I even panicking? Doesn’t it take a couple of months for Depo to wear off? At least that’s what I read somewhere. I might be worrying over nothing, and giving myself a complex at the same time.I force a small sm

Damon’s POVI call her again.Third time in twenty minutes. It rings out and goes to voicemail just like the last two. I stare at my phone for a second, jaw tight, then toss it onto the desk.Something’s off. She left looking pale and shaky, and now she’s not answering. Milly always answers when I call. Even when she’s pissed at me.I stand up, grab my jacket, and walk out of the office without telling anyone where I’m going. Lydia’s old desk is empty. The whole floor feels quieter than usual. I take the executive elevator straight down to the garage.Aaron is already pulling the car around when I step out. He looks surprised to see me this early.“Home,” I tell him.He nods and opens the door. Once we’re moving I lean forward slightly.“How was she when you dropped her off?”Aaron glances at me in the mirror. “Quiet, sir. Looked a little unwell. Went straight inside.”I sit back and watch the city pass without really seeing it. By the time we reach the house my patience is g

Damon’s POVAaron brings the food up and leaves without a word. I don’t bother with most of it. I make Milly eat a little of the soup, then let her fall back against me when she pushes the rest away.Yelena still isn’t back from wherever she went. Thank fuck.Millicent’s hand is resting on my stomach like she’s anchoring herself, and every few minutes her fingers twitch like she’s still thinking too hard. I keep my arm around her and stare at the ceiling.She shifts closer, face pressed into my side.“Are you mad?” she asks in voice small.I look down at the top of her head. The honest answer is complicated. I’m a lot of things. Mad isn’t the main one. It’s not like I didn’t play my part in this. I knew the risks and still chose to ignore it. I never even thought to ask about birth control.“No,” I say.It’s the closest thing to the truth I can give her right now.Her breathing eventually evens out. The twitching in her fingers stops. She’s asleep, mouth slightly open, the sam

Yelena is in the living room when we return to the house. I eventually found a place I like. Something smaller and more intimate, with a kitchen that looks like it should be cooked in. Not a magazine poster. Yelena is on the couch in a soft dress, legs tucked under her, looking like she’s been waiting. The second she sees Damon her whole face lights up.“You’re back.” She stands and comes straight to him, sliding her arms around his waist like they’re not on terrible terms. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.”Damon goes stiff. He doesn’t return the hug. His hands stay at his sides.“We had things to do,” he says, his voice flat, but he doesn’t push her off him.Yelena doesn’t let go either. She presses closer, cheek against his chest, smiling up at him in a way that makes my stomach turn. I think I might just start experiencing morning sickness. She blinks up at him. “You work too hard. I missed you today.”I look away and pretend to check my phone. The air fe

Millicent’s POVI don’t turn the light on.I sit on the edge of the bed in the dark with my arms wrapped around my stomach like that will keep everything inside from spilling out. My phone keeps lighting up on the nightstand. First calls. Then messages. I don’t look at them. I already know who it is.He looked me in the eye and told me it wasn’t his.I believed him. I sat there crying over her pregnancy like an idiot while he wiped my face and said the words I needed to hear. And the whole time there was a DNA test pending. A chance. A possibility he never mentioned.My own pregnancy still doesn’t feel real. How the hell am I supposed to navigate this? What happens when we have morning sickness at the same time? Who will he comfort and tell everything will be alright?A ridiculous laugh bubbles out of me. I can’t help it. These things only happen in dramas.I press my face into my knees and try to pull myself together. If he hears me laughing he’ll think things aren’t that deep.