WIDOW IN MY BED

“DADDY, DADDY, WELCOME HOME!”

It was late at night. Matt had just returned from his hotel when Lily’s little feet ran around, followed by the little girl’s babysitter. She said, ‘Lily can’t sleep if Daddy hasn’t hugged me.’ She was jumping around like a bunny to get her sweet Daddy Matt to pick her up and carry her. Matt picked Lily up and turned her around, making the little one laugh happily.

“Mommy still hasn’t come out of the room, sweety?”

Lily nodded. “Not yet, Mommy’s still sick, Daddy. Uh… Lily’s getting so sad.”

“Mommy’s going to be fine by tomorrow. Lily’s sleeping now. Daddy wants to take care of Mommy Amanda first.” Matt then gives his daughter to the babysitter to get ready for bed, and he walks quickly to his room and Amanda’s.

“Sweetheart, how are you?” Matt stroked Amanda’s shoulder. Looking at his pale wife,” Lily said you haven’t been out of the room since earlier. Some waitresses also said you didn’t finish your meal. Why? I’ll get you a doctor, okay? Please, don’t worry me.” Matt held his weak wife’s hand.

“It’s okay, Matt. It’s getting pretty late. You’d better shower now and then go to bed with me, yes?”

“Are you nothing? I’m not calm, Babe, especially since your face is pale like that.” Matt seems to want to force Amanda to go to the hospital now, but his wife insists that she just needs a rest.

“Yes, Sugar. I’m–” dizzy.

Getting dizzy. Amanda’s head is spinning… And suddenly, it needs to be clarified. Turn around. It’s getting blurry.

The vision disappears, and Amanda’s brown iris shakes right at Matt. However, she has not yet continued her sentence. The skinny body of the mafia boss’s wife had already decayed unconscious in her husband’s arms.

“Three weeks?” Sarah Howard, Amanda’s mother, clasped her open mouth. “So, Mommy will have a granddaughter?”

It was almost midnight to get the shocking news, but it was too late to scream in an uproar until it shocked the whole house. Meanwhile, two doctors-a resident and a gynecologist-who were forced to come to the Howard family mansion now look at Matt and Amanda’s parents and then at the pregnant mother who was still lying with an IV hose in her hand.

“Do you know if your wife is pregnant, Mr. Wallace?”

“Not yet.” Matt shook, really not expecting this gift to come to them. One of the doctors with the name tag Nessie shook.

“It seems your wife also doesn’t realize it, and she thinks it’s just a common disease. You have to take extra care of it because Mrs Amanda has had miscarriages several times. Make sure not to get stressed, and eat regularly.” She explained.

“Then tomorrow morning, you can take your wife to the hospital for a more intense examination, Mr. Wallace.”

Matt immediately approached the bed, staring at Amanda’s pale face, which was still closed. His hand stretched out to touch Amanda’s cold hand, saying, “Thank you, my wife. I’ll take good care of you and our future son-a thousand times!” Matt insisted.

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At 5 a. m., Amanda woke up unbeknownst to the nausea that churned in her stomach. The woman rushed downstairs and ran to the bathroom in her room, accidentally waking Matt up, who felt the noisy movement next to her.

Unpleasant, nauseous, dizzy, and again, only saliva comes out. That’s what Amanda’s feeling right now.

Amanda’s two limbs were weakened, sitting helplessly on her cold porcelain toilet. While pressing the pale surface of her hand on her stomach, which felt intensely churned out her other saliva. Her tears are now racing to wet her cheeks.

Amanda was a little surprised when she felt the cold hand massage her nape-a second later, she found Matt with his bent eyebrows watching her with a worried look of uneasiness.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? How do you feel now?” asked Matt gently.

Taking Amanda’s steps slowly to get back to bed, Matt immediately brought Amanda some warm water.

“Is it still nauseous? Still not feeling well?” asked Matt one more time. His big hands are still faithfully wiping his wife’s back, which still looks beautiful even though it’s a little pale.

“I’m not okay, Matt. It tastes awful.”

“Wait a minute, I’ll call the waiter. You want something to eat?”

Matt was about to leave, but Amanda immediately held his arm. She shook weakly and stared at him with a spoiled look.

“Don’t go, please…” Settle down, then sit next to Amanda. Make the wife lean over her shoulder comfortably.

“Matt… What’s wrong with me? I passed out last night, didn’t I? What’s going on?” Amanda already suspected something was wrong with her body. She’s not stupid.

But don’t want to think rashly, defend your ego, half-dead on the edge of that thought. She was worried that her guess would turn out to be disappointing.

Then Matt told her what happened last night since Amanda passed out in his arms until she woke up this morning in a state of nausea.

“Matt, you just said-” Amanda couldn’t even finish her sentence. Her expression showed that Matthew Wallace’s wife still couldn’t believe her husband’s words. “Matt, who’s pregnant? Do you want a joke? How come? After the doctor said that…”

Matt nodded. Then, he was silent for a while, giving Amanda time to understand the situation. She reviewed the good news that her husband explained to her. Was Amanda dreaming? Is she pregnant? He would be pleased if it became real, but her face showed an expression of thinking about something.

“Matt, I’m happy. But honestly, I’m scared, so scared of losing again.”

Without much ado, Matt immediately lifts Amanda into his lap. He is touching her cheek gently to give her a soothing affection.

“Hey, listen, Amanda La Wallace. You don’t have to be afraid or haunted by the past; throw it away because this second is yours. The God you believe in bestows gifts on us. You get pregnant, the miracle grows in your womb, and I’m by your side–

-You don’t have to do anything or bear all the burdens alone because I will. I’ll take care of you and our future son as much as possible, anytime, at any minute. You forget who your husband is?” Matt said in a funny tone at the end. “Now tell me, who is the brave woman who came to Havana alone? Who is the great Chef who got the Michelin Stars?”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Me,” replied Amanda, still overwhelmed with confusion.

“Then, who was the woman who managed to resist her depression? Cure the trauma?”

“Me.” Amanda’s eyes started to glaze over.

“And who is Lily Alieene Wallace’s mother who always takes good care of her daughter?”

“M-me, Matt. I’ve always tried to care for my child affectionately, so there’s no shortage.” Tears began to trickle from her eyes.

The knot’s smile framed Matt’s handsome face. “See? You can do it, baby. You can do it. Be confident, Amanda. Not just for me and Lily but for the magic in here. You’ll be the perfect wife and mother.” Then Matt stroked Amanda’s flat, soft belly.

Slowly, Amanda calmed down. Matt quickly helped his beloved wife wipe the tears and kissed her there.

Matt’s body scent unknowingly managed to calm Amanda down instantly. She was letting the husband, who is now holding her close. Matt’s loving treatment melted Amanda.

“God kind of spoils me once, doesn’t he?”

“Why is that?” Matt asked Amanda.

“How not? Have you liked a gift, Sugar? I’m happy and calm, and I feel precious at the same time. It’s all thanks to you that strengthened me.” Matt nodded when he felt the same way.

“And I feel the same way, Mommy Amanda. Thank you for sharing and trusting me to feel how you feel. From now on, let’s face it all together, huh?” Amanda’s nod and soft kisses became the couple’s morning melancholy cover. Nothing to lighten the burden but to share it with someone dear.

Matt and Amanda will hold each other in their arms, no matter if a storm or a tsunami is in the way.

Their love grows more robust and will flourish until death do us part.

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