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My chest felt tight. I didn't seem pleased with her words, and I didn't know why. Was she saying that she was only worried about what would happen to her if I died? Was she afraid that she would have to raise our child by herself? So, she only cared about my usefulness to her? My mood plummeted to the ground. Why was I angry at her words? What exactly did I want to hear?
"You don't need to worry." She looked up at me.
An impassive mask slid onto my face.
"Nothing will happen to you. I'll be around for our child. I won't let anything happen to you or our child," I stated in a toneless voice before walking away and leaving Aryana alone in the kitchen.
Chapter 11
Aryana
Istaredinthedirection Alexander left in with a complex gaze, his retreating figure already gone from my view. What just happened? Why did he suddenly become cold? I sighed and slumped in my seat, rubbing my face. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I feel a surge of sadness when he said that? My mind wandered back to when he helped me through my panic attack. He had been so caring and loving, even going as far as calling me his treasure.
Treasure.
Tesoro.
I groaned out loud, not even caring if I was heard. Alexander called me his treasure! What the actual fuck? He treated me lovingly and with so much care back then, which warmed and fuzzy my insides. It felt like he cared about me, but a part of me couldn't help but wonder if it was me he cared about or our child. My guts had soured at that, which further baffled me. Why did I care? What did it matter if he didn't care about me? Of course, he would naturally care for his son. But why did I feel bitter then?
I was confused. I couldn't understand the unpleasant emotions coursing through my body at the thought that he only cared about the baby's well-being. Did he care for me?
I stared at the empty glass in my hand for a while before standing up with a sigh. I wasn't sure what to do now that I couldn't go back to sleep, and I obviously couldn't take sleeping pills as I had no idea what effect it would have on the child. Neither did I want to continue psycho-analyzing myself. I had no interest in delving deep into the relationship between myself and Alexander.
I returned to my room and picked up where I had stopped in the novel I had plucked from the library. It was the only thing I could think of since I didn't feel like watching tv.
I trudged up the stairs and went back to my room. I went to bed and laid down, picking the novel up from the bedside table. The Don’s Surprise Baby by Amber Row. How fitting, based on our situation, I didn't know how long I thumbed through the pages, my mind occasionally drifting back to what I didn't want to have to dwell on. My mind was occupied by Alexander once again and tasked itself with finding out the underlying meaning beneath his actions. Like this, I abandoned the novel I was reading. Until I fell asleep, my head was filled with thoughts of Alexander.
The next morning, I walked out of my bathroom, already dressed and toweling my hair dry. My head was reeling from what had happened the previous day.
I blinked when my thoughts were interrupted by a faint sound coming from downstairs. I heard muffled voices and was curious. Considering that I didn't hear shouts or gunshots, it was safe to say that whoever had come was safe. With my curiosity peaked, I quietly went downstairs to see Alexander talking to none other than Tony. I was a little surprised at seeing him here all of a sudden. I saw him handing a large bag over to Alexander. I wondered what was inside.
I went down the stairs, and Tony saw me, giving me a small smile which I returned. Alexander, noticing Tony's action, turned around and saw me. We briefly stared at each other before Tony cut eye contact.
"Hello, Aryana. It is good to see you again." Tony greeted me.
"Hey, Tony," I replied. Seeing a familiar face despite having only spoken once was truly nice.
If Alexander was surprised at our level of familiarity, then he didn't show it on his face. Although I wasn't standing near him, I had no idea if he made a face at Tony. I only saw Tony direct a small smirk at Alexander.
I stepped closer to the two men while maintaining distance from Alexander. The Romano heir didn't even look at me, which made me feel disgruntled. I didn't know what was up with Alexander. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, but considering our conversation in the kitchen yesterday, I couldn't say I was surprised. Still, that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
My attention was drawn to the bag that was being held in Alexander's hand. Perhaps Tony noticed my gaze because he spoke up and answered my unasked question.
"These are clothes for you."
"Clothes?" I repeated in a confused tone.
Why had Tony brought me clothes? I didn't remember ever asking for clothes. I glanced at Alexander, wondering if he had been the one to ask for clothes for me but judging by the slightly confused expression on his face, I could see he was just as clueless as I was. Ignoring the slight pang I felt at Alexander not being the one who had requested the clothes for me, I collected the slightly heavy bag from him and opened it to see what they were.
My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I held one garment out. It was a pair of brown baggy jeans. The color somewhat put me off. I checked out the other clothes in the bag. I saw a variety of maternity clothes, ranging from baggy tops to leggings and yoga pants.
"Um… isn't it too early?" I asked.
I was only in the last month of my first trimester. My pregnancy wasn't showing yet.
"The Don said we should prepare in advance as there is no telling how dangerous and complicated the war will become. If the situation worsens, there is no way either of you can leave the house," Tony answered.
Oh…the war. Of course. We were already restricted here during this war period, let alone if the war dragged out. I was sure they wouldn't even allow us to enter the backyard.
