Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (best electronic book reader .txt) 📖

                I swept my hair back into an elegant bun. I picked a teal and cream color dress for myself. It was breakfast time. No one disturbed me, no one visited me. I was thankful but it also made me realize that I was alone. 

     Perhaps, I have lost everything. My family, my friend, my husband. 

     I whirled on my heels and sauntered over the door. I pulled it open and didn't stop my pace. I was scared to face him. 

     I reached the dining hall. A smile brightened my face when I saw him sitting in the head chair. The chair I used to sit in was empty. I wasn't certain. Should I sit there or away from him? 

      James and Elisa were sitting together, muttering something under their breaths. A giant smile bloomed on their faces. 

      James craned his neck and looked at me, ''Good morning, sunshine." He smiled. 

      Edward stared up at him, "Are you flirting with my wife?" His gaze turned hard on him. 

      He rolled his eyes, "For goodness sake, look at your wife," James smirked. 

      Edward lifted his gaze to me. Our gaze locked. I was dressed the way he liked. He didn't avert his gaze away from my face, "Take your seat, Sienna." He said. 

               No, hon! It hurts. 

      After a moment of hesitation, I walked over. He got on his feet and pulled the chair out for me. I just looked at him before sitting. I didn't know what to say. He left me speechless. I was enduring his hate and care at the same time. 

     I plucked my gaze away from him and glanced at the table. My mouth watered at the sight of delicious food. I would still be lying in my old hard bed if I weren't with him. I didn't wait and dug into the delicious food. 

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             James and Elisa were already out as his wife wanted to have a walk, shop. 

      I rose from my seat and padded toward the room. I did not expect him to sit next to me and talk to me. His hard expression explained, he wouldn't forget and wouldn't forgive me. Should I apologize to him? I was avoiding being with him, looking at him. 

     "Doctor will be here soon." He said.

     "I'm perfectly fine. I'm not seeing any doctor," I told him. 

      I won't accept it ever but yes, I'm scared. How would I take care of a baby? I forced the tears away. They're so small and crawled on their feet and hands, they cried a lot. I don't know what to do. 

     The corners of his mouth turned down into a frown, "Go back to your room. She'll be here shortly,' He said, checking his wrist. 

   " I'll go where I want to go. You won't tell me to do things," I told him, "Why can't you leave this topic?" 

     He watched me for a long moment. He took strides at me. With his hand on my elbow, he tugged me to the room, "Because, I need to take care of you and our child." He said, tenderly. 

      Before I could taunt him to bring me back to the room without asking me. A female in doctor's attire walked in, "Good morning, sir, ma'am." She said with a smile. 

      He nodded his head, "Thank you for coming, Mrs. Anderson. Please, make it hurry. My wife's patience is thinning." His gaze turned to my side. 

      Mrs. Anderson gave me a solicitous smile before stepping closer to me. 

      I brought my hands in front of my stomach when I saw his gaze on the rise of my belly. I couldn't think about it last night but in the morning I was certain. He could be right about my pregnancy. I wanted confirmation. So, I sat on the couch and extended my arm for a blood test. 

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            My pulse quickened when I saw him gripping the report. He glanced at it with a frown. After a pause, his frown changed into a giant smile when his eyes raked over it, "See! You're pregnant," He advanced his hand at me. 

     I snorted and didn't take it, "Don't you know it already?" I asked. 

     "You should know this before me," He took a long stride at me. 

     "My husband..." I closed my eyes. That wasn't true. He wasn't cheating on me. 

     "I wasn't cheating on you. I won't do this ever," He said. 

      I was expecting a hug or a kiss on my cheek. I was missing the old him. I had hurt him. I didn't know how to bring the old him. 

      "I know," Sadness engulfed me, I was feeling embarrassed. I stared at my twisted hands.

       I love him. I can do this. Babies are beautiful. I'll find a way to learn to take care of them. Gosh! I'm behaving like an eighteen years teen. 

       My feet paced forward. I took the report with shivering hands. His full smile warmed me to the core. I stared at it longer. 

      He came closer. I could feel the warmth of his body, "It's a beautiful thing." He lifted his hand and placed it against my cheek. I leaned against his touch. He beamed down at me. He was looking so tall when I was barefoot. 

      My heart desired a baby, "I don't wanna be a horrible mother. I'm just scared." I muttered, admitting. Tears gathered in my eyes. I swallowed down a strange ache in my throat and tried to calm the thudding pulse in his ears. 

      "You will be a good mother. I can bet if you're worried about that," He leaned his face closer. 

      I felt a flicker of doubt that gave me pause to look deep into his dark eyes. I shrugged my shoulders as my throat tightened. 

     My face went scarlet when he drew himself closer. I took a deep breath to put my emotions in line. Who was I kidding? I didn't know any control when I was around him. I wanted to touch him, kiss him. 

       Abruptly, he lifted his wrist. My heart plummeted. He was going, "I have a meeting. I'll see you later," He said and spun. 

      It brought tears to my eyes. I shouldn't run away. Tears rolled down. I sat on the edge of the bed, crying softly.