He Was Ready To Die Until I Told Him I Was Pregnant Chapter 02

He Was Ready To Die Until I Told Him I Was Pregnant Chapter 02

My stomach dropped. I pulled up Arthur’s number, snapped a photo of the test results, and sent it.

[I’m pregnant.]

[You’re not going to bail on me, are you?]

He didn’t reply right away. Then:

[Where are you?]

I sent him the clinic’s address.

He was there in under thirty minutes. When he saw the test results in my hand, he just… stared.

The man looked like he’d short-circuited.

His eyes stayed on the results for a long moment, then drifted down to my stomach.

I almost laughed. “It’s been two weeks. There’s nothing to see yet.”

I didn’t give him time to respond.

“You said if I got pregnant, you’d step up.”

“If you won’t, I’ll just have it and put the baby up for adoption.”

“…I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”

Arthur blinked, shaking his head quickly.

He was quiet for a second, then turned toward the door.

“You… just come stay at my place for now.”

I didn’t argue.

His place was out on the edge of the city, a sprawling estate tucked into rolling hills, with a river cutting through the property.

Even the air tasted clean out here.

I walked in like I owned the place, gave it a once-over, and nodded to myself.

“This’ll do. I’m moving in.”

“Also, I’ve never done this before, so we’re going to need a maternity nurse, someone who actually knows their way around a pregnancy.”

“Any problems with that?”

“…No.”

Arthur shook his head and pulled out his phone to make arrangements.

Just like that, I moved in.

The maternity nurse Arthur hired was worth every penny. She put together a different meal plan every day, all tailored for pregnancy, and walked me through everything I needed to know about what was coming.

Nothing slipped past her.

Arthur barely came out of his room.

One night, I jolted awake. The comments were going off again.

[Ever since the wedding, Eleanor won’t stop posting about how perfect her marriage is. Julian does the bare minimum and she turns it into a whole essay…]

[Arthur sees all of it. He’s falling apart again.]

[At this rate, even the baby might not be enough to keep him going.]

I sat there frowning for a second, then threw off the covers and marched straight to Arthur’s door.

It took him a while to open it. When he did, he looked like hell.

“I just threw up.”

I said it with a perfectly straight face. “My stomach’s killing me and I’m starving. Go make me something to eat.”

Even looking that miserable, he still looked confused. “…I don’t know how to cook.”

“Then look it up.”

I gave him a look like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “The nurse is asleep. You really want a pregnant woman standing over a hot stove by herself? That’s dangerous.”

“What if something happens to me…”

“I’ll go.”

Arthur cut me off and shuffled into the kitchen. He pulled up a tutorial on his phone and, after a painful amount of banging around, managed to produce a plate of pasta.

I took one bite and set down my fork.

“This tastes like absolute garbage.”

Arthur blinked. “It’s that bad?”

“Try it yourself.”

I pushed the plate in front of him.

Arthur picked up his fork and took a cautious bite.

His face went completely blank. He spat it out.

He glanced at me. “…What if I just order something?”

I rolled my eyes. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. By the time it gets here, it’ll be breakfast.”

“So what am I supposed to…”

“Go back in there and try again!”

I shooed him back into the kitchen.

Over the course of the night, I made him cook seven different batches of pasta.

By round seven, it was finally edible.

I took two bites. “I’m full.”

Arthur said, “…”

I yawned, stood up, and headed for the bedroom.

“I’m exhausted. Going to bed.”

“You should get some rest too.”

Two hours of playing my personal chef had finally caught up with him. He nodded, barely conscious, and dragged himself back to his room.

The comments nearly lost it.

[I CAN’T with this. She’s keeping him so busy he doesn’t even have time to be depressed lmao]

[Turns out the cure for a breakdown is just… not having a single free moment to think about it.]

[I thought she was being ridiculous at first… now I’m begging her to never stop.]

A smile tugged at my mouth.

This was only the beginning.