Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

As promised earlier, today Letta looked excited as she prepared to meet her little daughter whom she had not seen for almost a week. There was a sense of happiness radiating from Letta, but for some reason, she also felt embarrassed to meet Helena and Freya in her current condition. Letta was intrigued when she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder, turning her gaze to Marco, who was smiling broadly.

“Are you ready?” Marco asked, making Letta return his smile. “Yes, I’m ready,” Letta replied.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marco asked again, making Letta nod her head. “I’m fine, in fact, I feel very well because I’m going to meet our daughter,” Letta said, as Marco helped her to stand up.

“Then let’s go. I’ve already rescheduled my meeting, so I’ll be the one to take you to Mommy’s house. Afterward, I’ll also take you home before I go to the office,” Marco said, making Letta nod her head. Letta didn’t want to argue with her husband, especially in her current condition. Marco would surely be more protective of her.

They walked towards the car that had been prepared by Pedro. Marco helped Letta sit right next to him. “Will Freya recognize me?” Letta asked, leaning on Marco’s shoulder, making Marco smile. “Surely she’ll recognize you. Just because you haven’t seen each other for a week, it doesn’t mean Freya will forget her own mother,” Marco said, trying to comfort Letta, who just smiled weakly.

“I’m afraid Freya won’t want to be close to me anymore. Can we take her home now? I’m feeling much better now,” Letta said. Marco fell silent for a moment before shaking his head.

“If we’re going to take Freya, we should at least inform Mommy first. Mommy won’t let her granddaughter be taken away without notice. Maybe tomorrow or the day after, we’ll tell Mommy that we can take care of Freya again,” Marco said. Letta thought that last night she should have asked for Freya to be returned to her, not just to meet her.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Edward and Helena”s large house. They were warmly welcomed, and Marco immediately inquired about Helena and Freya from the servants. They were apparently in the garden, with Arabella visiting Helena. Marco immediately took Letta to the garden where they were, and Letta gripped Marco’s clothes anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” Marco asked. “I feel my heart beating fast. I don’t know what kind of reaction Freya will give me,” Letta said, making Marco smile.

“She will surely ask to be held by you immediately,” Marco replied, making Letta nod her head.

“Yes, [hope so. I hope he runs to me and gives me his sweet smile,” Letta said, once again stroking the top of her wife’s head, Marco.

“Yes, he will definitely do that because Mommy also said that Freya always asks about you and misses you,” Marco replied, as they strolled towards the backyard. Laughter could be heard from Freya, who was playing with Helena and Arabella.

“Freya, look who Daddy brought,” Marco exclaimed, causing Freya’s movements to pause. Then, Freya immediately gazed towards Letta with a radiant expression and outstretched her arms, causing Letta, for some reason, to feel a little touched because, as Marco had mentioned, Freya hadn’t forgotten her. With unsteady steps, Freya quickly walked towards Letta, who immediately walked towards her. Letta embraced her beloved daughter tightly.

“Freya, I missed you. Are you okay?” Letta asked, hugging her daughter tightly and kissing her cheeks affectionately. And at that moment, Freya uttered the word ‘mom’ to Letta, causing Letta’s eyes to well up.

“Do you miss your mommy?” Letta asked, prompting Freya to nod her head. Letta then looked at Marco, who was also smiling broadly at her.

“And what about your daddy? Don’t you miss him?” Marco asked, causing Freya to nod her head again, until Letta embraced Freya and walked towards Helena and Arabella.

“It’s true, she misses her mother,” Arabella remarked, as Freya now sat on Letta’s lap, not wanting to be away from Letta in the slightest.

“Of course, they haven’t seen each other for more than a week. Yes, because Letta’s condition is now manageable. So, it seems that tomorrow or the day after, Freya will return to our home,” Marco said, conveying Letta’s desire to Helena.

“Come on, not so fast. Look, her face still looks pale. Or maybe they can stay here, so Freya can stay here too. Mommy is still happy that she’s here,” Helena objected, refusing immediately, which made Marco just smile.

“It’s okay, besides, Letta also said that she really missed Freya. Her condition is also starting to improve. So, sometime soon we will stay here and let Freya stay here too,” Marco said, making Helena slightly disappointed.

“But, thank goodness Letta is fine,” Helena said, stroking Letta’s back, making Letta smile.

“Thank you, Mom, for taking care of Freya all this time,” Letta said, making Helena shake her head.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Helena replied, happy to have Freya continue to stay at their residence.

Meanwhile, Marco went straight to Arabella, who had been playing with her daughter.

“I wonder why Freya isn’t afraid of you,” Marco said, causing Arabella’s hand movements to stop.

“Do you think I’m a witch to be feared by children? Come on, even before you came, Freya always stuck to me. She likes me,” Arabella said, making Letta just smile. They then engaged in some light conversation, until Pedro called Marco and said that he had to go to the office immediately.

“I’ll have Pedro pick you up later,” Marco said before bidding farewell to Letta.

“No need, we have a driver here too. I’ll have the driver take your wife,” Helena said, causing Marco to look at Letta, who nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Mommy is right. You can go. I’m still enjoying my time with Freya and can be taken by the house driver,” Letta replied, eventually making Marco, although unsure, nod in agreement.

“Okay then, I’ll leave now. We’ll meet at home later, okay?” Marco said, making Letta nod. After Marco’s departure, Helena chose to prepare lunch for them. Now, only she and Arabella remained in the garden.

“Actually, what illness do you have?” Arabella asked, who had been observing Letta’s condition for a while.

“The doctor said I have an anxiety disorder,” Letta replied, feeling somehow compelled to be honest with Arabella, who was now looking at her with wide eyes.

“How could you have that? Did something happen?” Arabella inquired, looking at Letta with a concerned expression.

“It’s a long story, I’ve had a very long story lately,” Letta said, glancing at Freya who was engrossed in her toys.

“Then, tell me. I still have time here. Who knows, maybe talking with another woman, you’ll feel more relieved,” Arabella suggested, and somehow Letta found herself agreeing. Eventually, Letta tried to tell everything to Arabella. Although she didn’t know whether Marco would approve or not, for some reason, Letta felt that what Arabella said might be true. Maybe she needed a friend to talk to, to understand each other as women.