Page 60 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

Finally, I said it.

In minutes, I was going to know the dreadful outcome of what I had always been dreading. Were things going to go on just like they did in my dream?

Would he hire a fake man to pretend I had been sleeping with him, and give false witness? What was he going to do?

When I heard I lost the baby. Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel, or what to feel. I was shocked at first because of course, it wasn’t something I expected to happen just like that.

And I tried faking sadness, but lying to myself was impossible. There was no way I could lie to myself. I felt shameless, and disgusted with myself for being a little relieved. For feeling a little twinge of gratefulness.

There I go again. I didn’t just feel a little relieved. I was so relieved. The relief came flooding along with my other emotions. I couldn’t control myself.

And the gratefulness… What was I grateful for? Grateful to the child for dying? For leaving? For not being able to see the beauty of the world?

That realization had been harsh, and I felt like trash, a complete, and stupid nutjob.

Why couldn’t I be sad for a baby I just lost? I knew I didn’t want the baby, but I didn’t want to kill it. Even though I could see no way out, killing it was never on my mind. If it was, I’d have done that the moment I discovered I was pregnant.

Still, it was horrible how grateful I felt when I lost the baby I didn’t plan to kill. If I could see the baby, would my apology be sincere? Wouldn’t my thanks be more sincere?

But that would make me out as a monster. A mother happy that her child died.

I looked at Lucas who was awfully silent when I told him about his baby.

He seemed to be thinking of everything from the start, and I was dying of the terror within me.

What was going to happen? I needed him to say something. What if he tried to get rid of me because he feared I wouldn’t keep quiet about it forever?

“I… I’m sorry if you’re shocked, and if you probably would have preferred me telling you about it, but… can you at least say something?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers, and feeling restless by the second.

I continued, “I have no solid excuse for trying to keep it from you, but I didn’t want you getting mad. I’m barely trying to keep things together at the mansion; I didn’t need someone else trying to make it harder for me.” I blurted out, and he looked up at me.

“What?” He asked.

“I knew you would think it was a conspiracy to pin you down, or try to exercise some stupid rights, or get married to you, so I had no intentions telling you. There was no way I’d tell you that you wouldn’t think I had ulterior motives, and trust me, I had none.

“I promise to keep it a secret. No one would ever hear about it. It… it’s going to die here. This isn’t even the hospital the family frequents, is it?” I looked around. All hospitals shared the same general look, but the doctors, and nurses had been unfamiliar to me.

“Why would you think that way?” He asked, leaning back on his chair, looking like he was even more stunned with my opinions about him.

“Wh…what way?” I asked, feeling uneasy since I wasn’t seeing any signs of anger, malice or disappointment.

“Why would you think I would make life harder for you when it wasn’t your mistake alone? Why would I think it’s a conspiracy, or that you had ulterior motives? Wait, I don’t understand why you would judge me so hastily, and cruelly, without even knowing me. Maybe John would do that according to you, but not me. We both made the mistake, and it wasn’t just you.” He said, and honestly, I didn’t know what to feel at the moment.

“How do you feel?” He asked, and my eyes became apples.

He was asking how I felt?

“Why do you…?”

“There you go again. In your head, are you thinking I’m asking how you feel, so I can know the probability of my success at murdering you in the middle of the night?” He asked, and I bit my lip.

Eventually, I was going to land at that conclusion.

“No. I’m… I’m fine.” I replied, brushing my hair from my face.

“Stay there. I’ll get some fruits.” He said, getting up from his chair, and leaving the room.

Fruits? He was going to get me fruits?

Wait. Was he going to torture me slowly? Like the enemy posing as a friend? Wait, he wouldn’t inject something into the fruit, would he?

“Emily. There you go again. Just… maybe…” I cautioned myself softly.

Maybe I should just trust him. Then I’d hit myself a million times when he turned out like John. He had been nice to me, so maybe I could be a little lenient.

“But John was also…”

I stopped myself. Just like he implied, I wasn’t supposed to judge him based on my experiences with John.

I looked at my tummy once more, and my thoughts of shamelessness came back to me.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” I said, and closed my eyes. What haunted me the most was the fact that I couldn’t feel sad. That made me feel really horrible.

“I’m sorry.”

If the child had stayed, I was doomed, but it wasn’t right to be happy it didn’t stay. If my mother had deemed me a mistake, and had been happy to be rid of me, then I wouldn’t have made it into the world.

The guilt was really horrible, and my eyes watered. I was so shameless. Being secretly relieved, and a little happy was just too much.

So many times, I repeated the word ‘sorry’ and eventually managed to feel sad about my condition.

“You know… you can always come again when I’m ready. I’m… I’m going to believe you’ll do that, okay?” I said, sniffing, and then I looked out the window at a tree blowing smoothly in the wind.

Shortly, Lucas returned, and I sniffed, and wiped my cheek. He sat, and dropped a container of washed fruits.

“Do you want to cut it up, or…?” He asked, leaving his sentence hanging, then looked at me.

“Um… anyone will do. I can take it this way too.” I said, watching him dip his hand into his pocket. He brought out a napkin, and dabbed at my wet eyes.

“Don’t feel bad that you lost it. You didn’t plan falling down the stairs.” He said, softly, and I couldn’t deny I was taken aback by his kindness. “You’ll have a proper one with whomever you get married to.” He added, pushing the napkin into my hand.

“Thanks.” I said, and looked at the cream napkin, with pink around the four sides.

He took out a knife, and began to cut the fruits, while I watched him, suddenly seeing him in a new light.

His Green eyes regained the attractive sparkle they had the first time I saw him in John’s house.

His brown hair was all over his forehead, and I couldn’t help noticing his attractiveness, as he cut up the fruits.

A little smile crept up my face, and I looked at the napkin he had given me.

“Did you plan on giving birth to the baby?” He asked, still cutting up the fruits.

“I guess.” I replied, and he gave a little chuckle.

“What were you planning to say when everyone saw you pregnant?” He asked, and I smiled.

“I had no idea, but I couldn’t hurt a living being, and I feel really bad because the miscarriage actually sorted out my major problem.” I said guiltily, fiddling with my fingers.

“I was just wondering what would happen if John saw you with a big belly.” He said, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“He’d freak. He wouldn’t expect it even in his dreams.”

“He’ll think you cheated, and would be a hypocrite, and get crazily mad.” He added, handing sliced apples to me in a smaller container.

“Funny enough, if there would be no problems attached, I would have loved to see the expression on his face. He seems to think I’m going to drool over him forever. He thinks I’ll come around.” I said, rolling my eyes and picking an apple, and Lucas laughed.

The sound of his laughter…

It was nice hearing him laugh, and being the cause of it.

“I don’t know when he became this way though. He used to be a cute, innocent thing.” He said, and I scoffed.

“You probably think Sadie’s cute and innocent, perhaps John was like her too, and you couldn’t see what he would become.” I pointed out, and he laughed.

“Only a fool would consider Sadie innocent. She’s ten times worse than John was when he was younger.” He replied, and I smiled.

I was discharged from the hospital shortly, and Lucas drove me home.

“Hello.” He said, picking a call.

“…”

“Thanks about that. I’ll pay you back, and of course, I’ll give a full explanation. So, what do we do about the meeting?”

“…”

“You haven’t decided? But I believe Mr. Gray is leaving L. A tomorrow.”

“…”

“I’m to go after him? Wow, you have no conscience. It’s your fault I didn’t know about the meeting, but I’m the one who has to take the bothersome trip.” He said, and I looked at him.

He was going to go on a trip?

Funny enough, I didn’t want him to leave. It was probably the first time we talked without me feeling distant and uncomfortable.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave tomorrow.” He replied, and I sighed.

~

That night, we ate dinner together, and I kept searching for something to say, but couldn’t find a thing, so I just focused on my food instead.

And the next morning, like the maids, I was also sad to see him go.

Katie met him at the gate, and I watched from the large balcony overseeing everything. They talked for a while, but I couldn’t hear a thing, so I left.

I sat in my room, resting just like I was told to do, and shortly, Kaye barged in, looking horrified.

“John’s home!” She said, and I got up from my bed abruptly.

“What?” I asked, dashing towards her.

I followed her to the balcony, where I saw John getting down from his car, looking every bit as arrogant as he could be.

Still the handsome heartthrob I fell for, but he no longer appealed to me.

My breath caught.

He had really returned.

He was back.