Melody wiped her lips with a disgusted expression after throwing up. She sat on the cold floor, leaning against the toilet. She didn’t know what was happening to her body but the continuous bouts of nausea were making her feel exceptionally weak.
She wondered if she had eaten something strange that caused these symptoms.
“What is wrong with me…” she pushes her hair back.
Melody stood up and made her way to the sink. She splashed cold water on her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The symptoms nausea, morning sickness, increased sensitivity, and heightened appetite all pointed towards one thing.
She gripped the edge of the sink, her gaze falling on her stomach. Could it be what she feared?
“Is it possible…?” She murmured aloud, her eyes fixated on her stomach.
Melody sighed and stepped out of the bathroom. As she heard the front door open, she glanced at the clock. Usually, Damian would be home by now. She walked downstairs to find him.
“You’re home late…”
Damian shrugged, “It’s not that late,” he protested.
Melody observed the plastic bag in his hand and inquired, “Did you buy something?”
“Just… some stuff, ” Damian’s body tensed at her question. He quickly brushed off her curiosity and walked straight upstairs.
Confused, Melody shook her head and headed to the dining room.
As the bedroom door closed with a soft thud, Damian sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling out the pregnancy test kit from the plastic bag. He stared at it for a moment, contemplating how to bring up the topic and discuss it with Melody.
The door was knocked by the servant, “Sir, dinner is ready.”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be right there.”
Damian sighed and slipped the pregnancy test beneath his pillow before making his way downstairs to the dining room. There, he discovered Melody eating a substantial amount of food.
“You’re eating a lot. Are you that hungry?” He inquired, taking his seat.
With a nonchalant shrug, Melody replied, “No. Not really. I just felt like to.”
Damian’s narrowed his eyes, noticing her increased appetite.
“I don’t mean any offence, but don’t you think your appetite is increased?” He asks.
Melody paused, her gaze fixated on the food surrounding her plate. Her insecurity evident, she mumbled, “My appetite is always like this,”
Sensing her denial, Damian arched his eyebrows and pressed further.
“It’s not. Are you still going to deny it?”
“That’s because you said I was fat!!” She huffed, puffing her cheeks.
“I didn’t even say that. I just said you like you’re gaining weight a bit. Not fat, you idiot!!” Damian retorted.
“It’s still the same thing,” she stubbornly insisted.
Frustrated, Damian tightly gripped his utensils. He sighs and decides to ask something even more deeper.
“Um… have… have you felt any slight changes in your body?”
Melody’s frown deepened as she pondered his question.
“Slight changes…?” She repeated, her voice filled with uncertainty.
“Yes. Have you noticed something?” He asks again.
She looks down at her body. Should she be honest with him? She can’t since she hasn’t confirmed it yet.
“I… I think it pretty normal,” Melody smiles acting normal.
As their conversation continued, Damian’s concern grew. He couldn’t ignore the mounting evidence any longer. Deep down, he knew that changes in Melody’s behaviour and appetite weren’t just random occurrences but rather signs pointing towards a possibility he had been contemplating.
Melody, unaware of Damian’s inner turmoil, continued eating, seemingly oblivious to the direction of their conversation.
The tension in the room was palpable, as the seconds ticked by. Damian’s anxiety about the situation grew more intense.
After finishing her dinner, Melody retreated to the bathroom for a quick shower. Emerging shortly after, she found Damian reclining on the bed, clad in a black tank shirt and grey sweatpants.
He was fixated on his phone, his face looking unusually serious. His jaw was clenched and his grip on the phone was tense.
As Melody approached the bed, she inquired, “Are you okay?”
Damian glanced up from his phone, feigning nonchalance. He raised an eyebrow and replied, “Hm? Uh, yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
Melody towel-dried her hair as she sat down next to him on the bed. She observed his sombre expression closely.
“Because you look so serious,” she responded. “Is there something weighing on your mind?”
He paused for a moment, deep in thought, “Nothing,” he replied finally. “I was just… thinking.”
His vague answer failed to quell Melody’s concern. She continued, “You’ve been asking a lot of strange questions and behaving oddly. It’s making me worried.”
“Oh, so now you’re concerned about me?” He couldn’t help but tease her, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
“Yes, I am. Who knows what goes on in your head? You could be plotting my demise, for all I know,” Melody shot him a mock glare, her expression dramatic.
“Are you seriously thinking the worst of me?” Damian chuckles softly, feigning innocence.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, her voice filled with feigned indignation. “You could be planning anything! You probably can kill me anytime you want!”
He rolled his eyes, silently amused by her dramatic accusation, “If I wanted to do that, I would have already.” Damian assured her in a dry tone.
“It wouldn’t be difficult at all,” he added, his words dripping with sarcasm.
“Are you implying I’m an easy target?” She gasped in mock horror, her eyes widening as his insinuation sunk in.
“Kind of. You have zero strength to fight me off, after all,” Damian smirked, shrugging nonchalantly.
Melody puffed her cheeks in a pouty expression, annoyed at his blunt assessment. She was aware that she wasn’t as physically strong as he was but having him highlight it stung her pride.
“That’s not fair! You can’t just say I’m weak!” She shot a glare at him.
He stifled a laugh at her indignant reaction but didn’t back down, “It’s the truth,” he retorted, his tone cool and matter-of-fact.
“You’re small, you’re vulnerable. If I wanted to, I could overpower you without much effort.”
Frustration flared within Melody and she clenched her fists. The truth in his words irritated her but she refused to back down. Damian puts his phone away before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
“I know I’m not as strong as you, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely helpless,” she objected, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance.
Melody seethed silently, her cheeks puffing with annoyance. She begrudgingly acknowledged that she was physically weaker than Damian but his blunt assessment still stung her pride
As he excused himself to brush his teeth, Melody began preparing for bed. Her body ached from tending to her bakery all day causing her to feel unusually tired. She reached for her pillow and gave it a swift thump, settling it back down before she planned to lie down.
However, her gaze suddenly fixated on the object peeking out from under the pillow-the plastic bag Damian had carried earlier.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, glancing towards the bathroom door, still securely shut. She picked up the pillow and slid the bag out from beneath it.
Quietly, she whispered to herself, “What did he buy….”
Carefully tugging open the plastic bag, her eyes widened in shock. What in the world had he bought? A pregnancy test?
The bathroom door creaked open, and Damian strolled back into the room with a gruff sigh. He reached for the duvet cover but noticed Melody’s tense body language.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his concern evident in his voice.
Startled, Melody snapped out of her daze and quickly put the test back under the pillow, her face a mask of fake nonchalance.
“Huh? Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, really,” she forced a chuckle, trying to hide her nerves.
Damian sceptically studied her face for a moment, sensing her unease. He narrowed his eyes and replied bluntly, “You’re not.”
She let out an awkward laugh, trying to brush off his observations, “I’m just a bit tired, that’s all. Been a long day at the bakery,” she explained with a strained smile.
He merely responded with a low grunt, turning away from her.
“Go to sleep. You have work tomorrow,” he stated, his tone dismissive.
Melody tried to maintain her composure but her mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. She turned away from him and laid down on the bed, gripping the duvet tightly. Sleep seemed impossible.
She glanced over her shoulder, sneaking another look at the pillow. Could it be true?
Was Damian…
Pregnant?
The thought seemed absurd. There was no way.
He was a man, after all.