Chapter 74

Elyana's POV I awoke in the middle of my sleep when Felicity crossed my mind. I was certain that he was the one supporting me inside the restroom. It felt like a dream to me, but my room left a scent that I knew he owned. My head no longer ached, and my stomach didn't feel sour. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when I checked the time on the clock, so I assumed he had already left and gone home. It stressed me out, thinking he had already left and would never come back. I couldn't understand why I was even crying about that. I hurried down the stairs to look for him. I had reached the lowest step when I realized there was a growing child inside my womb. I completely forgot. Fortunately, I did not fall or slip while in haste. I simply slowed down before anyone saw me and reported me to my parents. I went to the living room, but nobody was there. No servants were on sight for me to ask about that gay. The next place I thought of checking was the kitchen. It was nearly lunch and servants would certainly be at the place preparing something. I was halfway through when I heard voices. They were in the kitchen. The closer I got, the louder I heard them. I heard one particular voice that put a smile on my face. That smile grew wider as I came closer. I saw Felicity standing in front of my stove, talking to one of the servants. "I was right! You're here today!" I exclaimed. I hugged him from behind and began sniffing his sweet perfume when I noticed how quiet it was in the room. There was an immediate awkwardness. I flipped back into reality, and it made me wish I was not in that place. "You didn't miss Ma'am Felicity too much, did you, Miss Elyana?" the servants teased me. I immediately loosened the hug and stepped away from that gay who didn't even try to defend me. "Well, I do. I missed my best friend. It's normal for us to hug. There's no malice to that," I told them to escape the awkwardness even a little. I was quite pissed that Felicity didn't even say anything. My hand went behind me and I gave him a pinch. "Ouch!" he screamed in pain. "Are you okay, Ma'am Felicity?" "What happened?" The servants were very concerned. I expected him to tell them that I pinched him, but he didn't. "I accidentally touched the hot pot," he answered, touching his arm that was near the pot even though it wasn't even true. That was the only time I noticed he was holding a spatula. He was mixing the contents of the boiling pot at the time. When I moved closer, I saw it was my food. They were cooking Ginataang Mais. A mixture of glutinous rice and chopped grains of sweet corn with coconut milk and sugar. Those were the types of breakfasts I enjoyed since my pregnancy symptoms started. "Leave it there. Daldalita will continue mixing that," Lory, our cook, told Felicity. Daldalita went near to take the spatula and Felicity moved to the side. "I brought you some things, Elyana. Mom told me to take those to you and guess what? I brought you freshly baked cheesecakes," Felicity excitedly announced while pointing his finger to the two baskets on the table and two boxes of the delicious Aunt Eugene's cheesecakes. Felicity walked in the direction he pointed and opened one box of cheesecake, however, when the sweet smell of it reached my nose, I unexpectedly felt sick. I tried my best to hide that. I didn't want to offend Bakla, which would force him to leave. "T-thank you! Please tell Aunt Eugene thank you very much for those," I said while oddly looking at the box of cheesecake. Felicity closed the box and I silently thanked him for that. "Your food will be served now, Miss Elyana," the servant told me. "Okay, thank you. I'll be in the dining room. Please Felicity some too," I answered and she immediately went back to the kitchen to tell the others about my request. I was having breakfast that late. Felicity accompanied me, but he only ate a little. He said he was still full after having breakfast before heading to the mansion. Frankly, I was overjoyed with his presence. He didn't stop talking about random things and he updated me on what was happening to his agency lately. He also mentioned Felix's preparations for his wedding and how the two stressed the preparations while Pretzel was carrying their second child. But what I enjoyed the most were his stories about his clients. Most were funny and I found myself smiling while watching him talk. I was very entertained, particularly by his hand gestures and rolling eyes. Then I became irritated, but I did not understand the nostalgia. I found out from him what Florentin has been up to lately. Although Florentin and I already discussed not seeing each other again if it was not important because of the child. I was concerned about the attachment that might form between them and become a problem. However, I am not taking from him the opportunity to meet the child one day, but because of the possibilities and so many things that could happen, I felt it was no good idea at all. Honestly, I don't want them to have a bond. That would be too hard to break in one day. If he stayed around us, I'm certain my child would eventually wonder who Florentin truly is in our lives. I admit I was thinking ahead too much, but that was better than hurting my child one day because I did not tell him right away about his father. 'Really, what am I even thinking?' I thought. I mostly get trapped in those thoughts and it was hard to escape sometimes. "So, how are you lately? How's life being pregnant?" I heard Felicity ask. This pulled me out of my thoughts immediately and I took a deep breath before filling his curiosity. "Well. it made me busy. My baby made me preoccupied every day. It's a different feeling when you have a baby inside. It seemed like every day was a precious moment to remember. It's just difficult in the morning. Just like what you witnessed this morning, my morning sickness is that bad," I replied. "Yes, I saw. I couldn't explain how exactly you looked when I saw you this morning. You seemed weak and needed a doctor," Felicity overreacted. Everyone close to us already knew I was pregnant. They believed what I told them that I took a trustworthy doctor and I don't want to know who donated the sp*rm. They all respected my decision and since then, I haven't heard more questions about who the father was. "And what even made you think to take that step? What if the donor is ugly? If his foot smells or if his chest has thick hairs?" He did succeed in giving me a disgusting image in my head. "I gave enough information on the qualifications and physical features I want in a man." "Are you sure that was what the doctor inserted inside you?" I rolled my eyes at him. I knew he was trying to piss me off, but I knew who my donor was so he wouldn't succeed. "Whatever you say, the baby is already inside, and nothing can encourage me to stop this precious moment I'm having with my baby." "Okay, if that's what you want. I'm only trying to give you a possible scenario and how your child might look." "I know, even though it sounds like you're only trying to annoy me," I hissed. "That's not what I'm trying to do. I'm helping you see the bigger picture. It's not that I don't trust your choices. You already know what is right and wrong. Whatever makes you happy, go! We are here to support you and to let you know, that many people are happy with the result of your decision and I'm one of them," he said, which shocked me. He said he was pleased. Wait, maybe he's not my best friend. "W-Why are you looking at me like that?" I could see awkwardness all over his face when I looked at him intently. I was just wondering. I was quite disappointed that he didn't nag at me. Like hello! Bakla was often like a dragon. He would be enraged by the smallest mistake I made. But that day—why? I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned my back against the chair. "What happened to you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at its peak like he was judging my entire existence. He put his eyebrow down when I didn't say anything. "I'll just go home," he said, which turned on an alarm inside my head. "Nooo! Don't leave yet! You just arrived. I mean, it had been so long since we last talked like this," I begged. He gave me a poker face and I looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please?" "Okay, I'll hang out a bit more," he said. To my delight, I almost jumped towards him just to hug him while squealing with happiness. After all, two people could fit in one chair, and the way we looked together, it was as if I was hugging him. But I was surprised by the stiffness of his body. When I pulled away to look at him, he appeared very shocked, as if he had stiffened in his seat. "Hey, Bakla!" I yelled, startling him. He simply shifted and excused himself for a moment. He said he was going to the restroom. I raised my brow and met Felicity's gaze. I was thinking that perhaps I pinched his stomach, causing him to fart, and something bad happened.