Chapter 973: Chapter 973: Pregnant?
Isla Sue blinked, "So soon? Aria?"
"No..." Aria Richardson glanced helplessly at Wyatt Lewis, how to clear up this misunderstanding?
Wyatt was about to explain, but opened his mouth and thought, how to explain this?
Alitzel Williams was already joyfully saying, "She must be, I remember when Little Hope first had Baby, it was just like this, right, Little Hope."
Hope Williams froze for a moment, "Uh... yes, but maybe she just ate..." something bad!
Hope looked at Aria’s face and initially wanted to help explain.
But Alitzel continued, "So, Aria must be, oh, this is truly a double joy, Dad, you’re going to have a great-grandchild again."
The old man also beamed with joy, saying several "goods" in a row, "It’s a good thing, it’s a good thing."
Aria glared at Wyatt, urging him to quickly explain, as the misunderstanding grew deeper.
"Mom..."
Feeling sick to her stomach again, Aria covered her mouth, stood up, and ran to the bathroom.
"Aria?" Wyatt stood up and followed her.
"Yes, yes, it must be." Alitzel happily held Isla’s hand.
They were both overjoyed at the thought of another grandchild.
After vomiting a few times, Aria finally felt a bit better.
As she walked out, she was immediately surrounded by Isla and Alitzel, who began a barrage of concerned questions.
Aria quickly said, "No, Mom, I just ate something bad, so I felt a bit sick and threw up. It’s not what you think."
Alitzel, "What? Ate something bad?"
Aria quickly nodded, "Yes, ate something bad."
Isla furrowed her brow, cautioning, "That may not be it, why not go to the hospital tomorrow to check, just in case."
Alitzel immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, we should accompany you to the hospital tomorrow."
"No need, really, there’s no need."
Alitzel, "We must, we must, just in case you are, we should prepare early."
Isla nodded in agreement, "Right."
Aria rubbed her forehead in frustration.
Alitzel didn’t give her a chance to refuse, "It’s decided then. Pregnancy is a major matter, especially since it’s your first child, it mustn’t be taken lightly."
Alitzel and Isla were so entrenched in the idea she was expecting, that they didn’t listen to Aria’s words, already convinced a baby was on the way.
"Heh..." Wyatt looked at Aria caught between the two moms, her face flushed, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Aria glared furiously at Wyatt.
He had the gall to laugh.
Tomorrow, when it turned out she wasn’t pregnant, Alitzel and Isla were bound to be disappointed...
Because they believed she was carrying a baby.
Alitzel and Isla were treating her with utmost care, and by nine o’clock, they had already forced this "pregnant woman" upstairs to sleep.
Wyatt naturally couldn’t escape either, being urged to accompany Aria upstairs to rest.
In the room.
Aria tilted her head, angrily looking at Wyatt, "Why didn’t you explain earlier?"
"How do I explain?"
"Just..." Aria hesitated, suddenly unsure how to explain this affair.
Wyatt raised an eyebrow, smiling as he pulled her into his arms, resting a hand on her petite belly, "If I had insisted there was no baby, wouldn’t they start suspecting me instead?"
Aria pursed her lips; somehow, he had a point.
"What to do? Mom and the others, with their stance today, will certainly be disappointed when they find out tomorrow there’s no baby."
"Doesn’t matter." Wyatt smirked slightly, "I don’t mind quickly making it a reality."
Aria pushed him, "Stop joking, how can that be quick?"
"Wanna try?"
Aria’s face turned bright red at Wyatt’s words.
She cleared her throat, standing up to flee, "I’m going to take a shower."
Wyatt didn’t release her, his arm firmly wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her back into his embrace, "Where to?"
"Shower."
"I’ll join you."
"No, I refuse."
"I refuse your refusal."
"Wyatt..."
The bathroom door closed with a "click."
Wyatt gazed down at Aria’s flushed face, his lips curling into a smile, "Can’t let Mom be disappointed, just like you said."
Aria’s heart constricted, her heartbeat soaring, she could almost hear it pounding within her eardrums.
Afraid of revealing her current emotions, she involuntarily lowered her head further.
But Wyatt gave her no chance to escape, leaning down until their foreheads touched, gently nudging upwards, making Aria, who had shyly lowered her head, lift it back up.
"Still trying to escape? Remember, can’t let Mom be disappointed."
If Aria had known she’d be stalled by this line all night, she wouldn’t have said it.
His warm breath fanned over her face, her eyelashes fluttered, as she blushed, utterly flustered.
The hand around her slim waist tightened slightly, drawing her closer into his embrace.
Aria shivered slightly, feeling the heat from his hand through the fabric of her clothes, scorching her skin.
"Wyatt..."
"Hmm, tell me you love me."
His voice grew huskier, stirring her heartstrings.
Aria’s heart rippled with emotion, she gently bit her lip.
"Hmm?"
"I..." Under his urging, Aria grew somewhat anxious.
"I love you." The hoarse voice came out unexpectedly.
Aria blinked, freezing slightly, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze filled with affection.
"If you’re too shy to say it, then I’ll say it, you’re thin-skinned, I’m shameless, together we’re just perfect."
Aria’s lively eyes trembled as she focused on his handsome face inches away, pressing her lips together, "Wyatt."
"Hmm."
"Heh..." Aria turned her face away, gripping Wyatt’s shirt, her head resting on his shoulder, her laughter causing her entire body to shake.
After laughing for a bit, she lifted her head, "Sorry, I meant to hold it in, but I couldn’t."
Wyatt’s deep eyes gazed at her intently, with such ardent and earnest concentration that Aria suddenly found herself unable to laugh anymore.
Her face flushed from laughter, her delicate features brimmed with a soft, appealing charm in her playful smile.
"You, what’s wrong?"
Wyatt lifted his hand, caressing her cheek, his lips quirked slightly, "I’ll let you laugh a little more, soon you won’t be able to."
Aria understood the meaning behind his words, sensing a bad premonition, her body instinctively tensed, her voice reflecting her nervousness, "I, uh... mmph..."
Without warning, her moving lips were covered by a sudden kiss, the hand on her waist tightened, swiftly lifting her and placing her on the sink.
Her chin was lifted, the kiss deepening, her teeth gently parted as they shared an entwined dance.
Wyatt, having tasted sweetness, seemed unwilling to let go.
Breaths grew ragged, the kiss drifted down to her neck and continued...
The subtle aroma in the bathroom wafted around, engulfing the space in an ethereal ambiance...