Todos los capítulos de nong una Lulong ang asawa ko sa bisyo at barkada: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Three weeks have passed since the office rumor. After Grandma came to the office and got angry, everything changed.Grandma did not get angry because of the rumor. She got angry because Alexander told everyone I was his wife without telling her first. She said, you should have told Grandma first before telling the whole company!But after that, Grandma hugged me. She said, finally, my test worked. I knew one bed one night would make you two realize you love each other.Since then, Alexander and I stopped pretending. We were no longer boss and employee in the house. We were really husband and wife. But it still felt like something was missing.Because our first wedding was fake. It was just papers. It was just for Grandma's test and for his offer. There was no real proposal. No real wedding. No real vow.Tonight, Alexander said he had a surprise for me. He told me to wear a nice dress and wait in the garden of his big house.I wore a simple white dress. I waited in the garden. The gard

Two weeks after our honeymoon in Palawan, something felt different in my body.Every morning, I woke up feeling dizzy. The whole room was spinning. I could not eat my favorite adobo that Alexander's cook made. Even the smell of coffee that I used to love every morning made me want to vomit.At first, I thought I just ate something bad in Palawan. Maybe the fish was not fresh. Maybe I was just tired from travel.But Alexander noticed it. He is my boss, he notices everything.One morning, I was in the bathroom vomiting again. I was so pale and weak. Alexander knocked on the door.Love, are you okay? he asked, his voice full of worry. This is the third morning you are vomiting. Should I call a doctor? You look so pale.I opened the door. No need, I said. Maybe just tired.But he did not believe me. He touched my forehead. You have no fever. But you are vomiting. And you are always sleepy. And yesterday you cried because you saw a dog on TV. That is not you.I cried because the dog was cu

The doctor's words were still ringing in my ears."You are six weeks pregnant, Mrs. Montenegro."Sebastian did not speak the whole drive home. His hands were tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. When we got to the penthouse, he went straight to the window and stared outside. He would not look at me.I was scared. For two days he had been like this, since we found out about the baby. Quiet. Distant."Sebastian," I whispered and walked to him. "Are you okay?""I'm fine," he said quickly. Too quickly."No, you are not fine. You have not slept. You have not eaten. If you don't want this baby, just tell me. I can handle it. I know this was not part of our deal. I know we started as a business arrangement."He turned around suddenly. His eyes were red. He was angry, but not at me."Don't ever say that, Alana! Don't ever say I don't want our baby!"His voice cracked. Then he sat down on the sofa and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders were shaking. He was crying.I had

I was nervous.Very nervous.We were sitting in the waiting area of the hospital. Cold air. White lights. The smell of alcohol. I kept holding Sebastian's hand so tight."What if something is wrong? What if the doctor says the baby is not okay? What if—"Sebastian stopped me. He put his hand on my belly, even though it was still flat."Hey. Look at me. Our baby is strong. Just like his Mama. Remember? You are the strongest woman I know.""But what if I am not a good Mama? I don't know how to be a Mama. Mama raised me alone and she did everything, but I... I don't know anything about babies."He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Then we will learn together. I also don't know how to be a Papa. We will learn together, Alana. Okay?"I nodded, but my heart was still beating fast.Then the nurse called, "Mrs. Montenegro?"Sebastian stood up quickly. "That's us." He held my hand and we went inside.The doctor was a kind woman. Dr. Santos. She smiled at us."First ultrasound? How many weeks?""

I woke up and ran straight to the bathroom.I was throwing up. Again. For the fourth morning in a row.I thought pregnancy was beautiful. In the movies, it looks beautiful. Glowing skin, happy smiles. But no one told me about this part. The part where you feel dizzy, where you cannot eat, where even the smell of fried garlic makes you want to vomit."Alana!"Sebastian was suddenly behind me, holding my hair, rubbing my back gently."Are you okay? Does it hurt? Should I call the doctor?"I shook my head, tears in my eyes from throwing up. "No... it's normal... the doctor said morning sickness is normal...""But you have been throwing up for almost an hour. You didn't even eat yet."He helped me stand up and sit on the bed. He brought me warm water and a small towel. He wiped my face like I was a child."I read online last night," he said, looking serious, like he was in a business meeting. "They said crackers before getting up helps. And ginger tea. And small meals. No empty stomach."