Carlos sat up abruptly.
Micaela is also awake and unconsciously tries to reach out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, but the light is turned on first by Carlos.
She felt vaguely colder and colder as she slept, and then felt the urge to urinate.
Because of a compressed bladder, pregnant women often have to get up frequently at night, often just before falling asleep, to pee.
The sight of Carlos sitting on the floor startled Micaela, and the surreal feeling dissipated as she half-remembered that Carlos had come to sleep next to her, in her room.
She sat up and asked.
-Are you still awake?
Looking at the drowsy sleep that was still in the girl’s eyes, it seemed that she was completely unaware of what she had just said.
As we talked, Micaela lifted the blankets from the end of the bed and put on her slippers to go to the bathroom.
Carlos lifted the sheets off the bed with an answer in mind and felt like he was going to faint from the warmth and happiness surging inside him….
The girl was giving him the comforter that she had put on his bed, this type of bed base is hollow inside, without the comforter it does get colder and colder….
Maybe there was no extra comforter and she gave him hers?
His heart ached, but Charles couldn’t help but frown again, his feelings for her were fierce, but he could sense that even in the few hours they had spent together, the girl was shy and introverted, so how could she so easily accept him into her home, sleep in her room and give him the only blanket on her mattress?
So, in fact, her feelings for him were also furious and passionate?
The idea gives Carlos extra joy and the chagrin that it would have been better if he had met the girl earlier?
Micaela comes out of the bathroom and sees Carlos making the bed, the blankets are missing from the floor.
Carlos turned and saw the girl standing in the bathroom doorway with a somewhat insensitive goofy face.
He took a big step and grabbed her directly by the waist.
Micaela’s heart skipped a beat and she unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, looking down at his handsome side, her heartbeat instantly quickened.
Carlos laid her down on the inside of the bed, then lay down next to her, pulled the covers over her and turned off the light in one fluid motion.
Micaela’s heart pounded, feeling the quilted comforter on the bed and she leaned back, her breath so close, right next to his….
Carlos turned on his side to look at her and, in the darkness, a deep voice sounded.
-Go to sleep.
Micaela was a little stupefied that this, this dominant man had just crawled into her bed with such dignity and entitlement!
-You, Carlos…
Carlos reached out and rubbed her head.
-Sooner or later we’re going to have to sleep together, it’s not going to be just sleeping in the future, you’re going to have to get used to it.
The muffled voice was full of affection, he didn’t dare to get too close to her, this was a bed and it was just the two of them, he had doubts about her self-control, the point was that she was still pregnant….
Micaela’s face turned completely red, grateful that she couldn’t see him in the dark, choking on her words and not knowing what to say, she rolled over and lay on her side turning her back to him, but her heart grew sweeter and sweeter, the baby in her belly moved a little, Micaela touched her belly, the corners of her lips lifted slightly and she fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, first thing in the morning, Carlos woke up early.
For one night, he was fully aware of how difficult it is for a pregnant woman, who has to get up every few hours to go to the bathroom and sleep soundly until almost dawn.
Looking at the woman in his arms, Carlos’ heart softened.
Yes, in her arms.
The girl probably didn’t even know it, but when she fell asleep she would reach over and reach out to hug him. It was a blissful and torturous night for Carlos, physically and psychologically, and to think of her sleeping earlier in the arms of -that man- in that way could have drowned him in bitterness….
At this moment looking at her white delicate face little, sweet red lips, Carlos eyes deepened a few points, he hesitated for a moment, or choose not to steal a kiss from her, he wants to get her approval, to be open and honest….
Get up carefully and go to the bathroom to wash.
The girl had gotten up around midnight to go to the bathroom with the spare toiletries she used to buy him, and looking at the unopened toothbrush put Carlos in a better mood than ever.
When Micaela woke up, she felt the baby stirring and he woke up to the same rhythm as she did!
The usual gentle rubbing of her stomach was a greeting to the baby, and halfway through the day, Micaela remembered with a start that Carlos was here!
When she turned around, the room was no longer occupied by him.
She hurriedly tried to get out of bed when Carlos pushed open the door and entered, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, the sleeves of which were rolled up to the elbows, exposing his strong arms, and as he approached, Micaela recognized at once that he was wearing the same clothes she had bought earlier….
Carlos looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed and reached out to rub her head, his magnetic voice echoing.
-Good morning.
Micaela tilted her head to look at him, her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, obviously she told herself countless times that Carlos really appeared in front of her eyes, but still she couldn’t help wondering if she was dreaming….
Carlos squatted down, his eyes rested on her round belly, his hand pressed gently against it, his voice softened a few degrees.
-Good morning, baby boy.
Micaela instantly felt her heart melt….
After eight months without seeing Carlos, although he doesn’t know that the baby she is carrying is his, there is something in him called fatherly love that is so warm that it makes Micaela want to cry….
-I’ve made breakfast, go wash up and we’ll eat, eh?
Carlos was bent over, so he bent his head slightly to look at her, and in his deep eyes there was a love that she knew beyond measure.
Micaela nodded desultorily and got up to go to the bathroom.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she struggled to adjust her mind and turned to get the laundry basket, as was her habit, when she saw the cigarette case and lighter in the trash….
Yes, she had smelled smoke on his clothes yesterday and had wanted to ask him about it, but then she had forgotten because she had seen how handsome he looked when he was cooking, and maybe someone else had poured it on him?
Now, looking at the cigarette case and lighter tossed in the trash, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had learned to smoke while she was away and had now decided to quit.
Turning to look at the laundry basket, Micaela was again surprised to see that it was empty.
Unconsciously, she stepped out of the bathroom and peeked out onto the balcony.
The clothes that they changed yesterday are already hanging on the clothesline….
Carlos he…
Micaela’s mind was racing: had the high-flying CEO, whom everyone feared, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands and clothes?
She was a little stupefied, a little incredulous, as she made her way to the table, where Carlos had already set the porridge for her, and the house was so small that he could see her, sitting here at the table, approaching from the balcony with a surprised face and handing her a spoonful of soup.
She took it unconsciously, sat down, looked at him and asked.
-Because I’m pregnant, you treat me like this?
Carlos put the fried egg in front of her and looked at her with deep eyes, with a tone full of discretion.
-Because you are my wife.