37. Toys and Baby Clothes

Majority of you suggested that it would be best for Sanaya if she chooses to runaway with her baby. I'm pleased to know your thoughts, but, now, wait and see what Sanaya thinks what's best for her.

Thank you for your responses. I appreciate those readers who expressed their opinion.

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"I'm sorry, Mel. But I couldn't tell you the truth."

She brought me to her room and made me sit on her bed. She said in shock, "This is too much to swallow. How is this even possible?"

"It's possible. I'm living this way every single day." I whispered, leaning my head back on the wall behind.

I wanted to weep or maybe scream in frustration. Samara had filled Ashar's mind with so much hatred for me that he was not ready to see the truth from his own eyes. He was seeing me through her eyes, the way she had portrayed my image in his head.

"Tell me everything, darling." She caressed my cheek which was still burning due to Samara's physical assault.

She took the ice bag and put it on my cheek. I pressed my lips and took a long pause before responding to her question. This time, I did explain everything to Melanie, from the beginning till now without hiding even the smallest fact about me, including those reasons that stopped me from telling her the truth. She deserved to know. She was the only one who didn't make me feel lonely since I shifted here to this mansion.

She stopped the ice massage and looked at me in utter bewilderment. Huh. I couldn't blame her. Whoever gets to know about my marriage secret reacted the same way, "I can't believe I was sharing a room with Ashar Hobsons's wife since months. It's so unbelievable."

Her mouth agape as she turned straight. I hissed, "Is this important right now, Mel?"

She closed her mouth and looked at me apologetically, "I'm so sorry for you."

She again grabbed the ice bag and started pressing against my cheek, "What have you decided now? Are you going for abortion?"

"Should I?" I sat up straight.

Since I had heard about my pregnancy, images of the teeny weeny form of human wrapped in a white sheet had started forming in my mind. I was trying to erase them, but they were still there. Every time I touched my belly or see it through a mirror, that same image popped up and gave me the creeps. And then when I think about killing that embryo inside my belly, my heart trembled for some reason and that image becomes blurry.

"Well if you want to take my opinion, I would suggest that you should talk to Ashar one last time. Talk to him in detail and then take any decision."

"But I'm scared of talking to him. What if he himself asks for the abortion? I don't think I can bear his reaction."

"Then what else you want? Are you considering his father's suggestion? I don't think it's a bad option." She shrugged.

I looked at her disbelievingly, "Are you asking me to live the rest of my life contemptuously? I'm already accused as a gold-digger many times. Either I would live in this house with all my deserving rights or just leave, leave everything behind."

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Days passed and I still couldn't make up my mind to talk with Ashar and he himself didn't make any effort. I was just delaying my meeting with him because it would determine what I should be doing. And I was scared of deciding the worse. If he would demand for the divorce, then I would not refuse him. I couldn't live like a burden to someone.

Katherine Hobsons took me to her suggested doctor for the regular checkup and the doctor said the baby was growing well, so, there was nothing to be worried about. She suggested some nutrients that must be present in my daily meals. Katherine took responsibility of my meals and now three times a day, all those necessary nutrients were served to me.

She even ordered the servants to cook special food which would be good for the baby and me. I said several times that she didn't have to do this, that I could take care of my food but, she was persistent and said that she loves taking care of the mother of her grandchild.

One day, after returning from college, I was back to my room where I saw almost dozen shopping bags scattered on my bed. Some of them were placed on the floor. Colorful toys including the stuffed teddy bear, puppy and Winnie the Pooh.

Surprise contorted my face, clenching my stomach. Someone had spent a good amount of money on them. I moved forward and held the little and soft, lemon colored teddy bear in my hand and the panda drummer toy in other. As soon as I touched the panda drummer, it started playing drum on its own music. I flinched at first, then started laughing.

I put it down on the bed where a unicorn rocking, plastic chair caught my attention. It was of light purplish-pink. My eyes twinkled as I saw all of those colorful stuff. An image crossed my mind that a toddler is sitting there on the bed and playing with these toys, looking so happy. My heart fluttered at that thought. I involuntarily touched my tummy.

"Oh. You are back, Sanaya." A sudden voice broke my trance. I turned around immediately.

Katherine entered into the room with a wide smile upon her face. I quickly put all the toys down on the bed and stood straight. She questioned, "Did you like all these?"

"You bought them?" All of the items looked pretty expensive. I couldn't even buy them for my child all my life.

She walked towards me, "Of course. I went for shopping today."

She grabbed one of the shopping bags in her hands and took out few dresses that were wrapped in transparent plastic, "I've also bought maternity dresses for you."

She extended those plastic-wrapped dresses to me, "Check them out. See if you like the designs or else I'll replace them."

My eyes widened. Even these dresses looked high-priced. They were probably from the designer brands. I could only think of wearing them only in my dreams, but she actually bought them, bought for me. If my baby would born at least he or she didn't have to struggle for money like me.

"Thanks." I managed to say, "But they are too much for me. I don't think I can accept them."

She gave me a thinned-lip smile, took my hand and put the dresses on it. I gripped them quickly before they could fell down. "Don't be so formal. You're going to be the mother of my grandchild. You're a part of my family."

Part of a family?

Those were pretty strong words for me. I was never a part of any family before. The word 'family' for me was too foreign.

"Besides, once you'll have a baby bump, you would need new size." She added.

"The way you're talking makes me feel that you don't need a DNA confirmation."

"My husband believes you so do I. But yes, I've my doubts. If I was sure I would've filled the entire mansion with baby clothes, toys and a lot more, but right now my shopping is only limited to your room."

I laughed. Although it's been quite some time since their behavior had changed towards me, but still I couldn't believe them fully. I was surprised to see them like that.

"Okay." I said. I put those dresses away.

Katherine came forward and caressed my shoulder, "Sanaya, you know the disadvantages of stressful pregnancy. You've to stay relax and calm. I understand your concerns that it's not easy for you. But if my assurance can relax your mind, I assure you that Ashar would fulfill all his duties as a father once we'll be sure about the DNA. He knows how to treat our family's heir."

I looked at her in disbelief. Was this possible?

She continued, "We'll welcome your baby with all our hearts. I promise you. I can't give assurance that whether Ashar would accept you as his wife or not, but he'll accept your baby and will fulfill all his or her needs as a father."

So what she meant was that Ashar would want the baby, but not me. Right, the problem was me. Since the beginning, I was the problem and no one else. Katherine could guarantee my baby's wellbeing, but not mine. In the end, I was the only one who was unwanted.

I was almost reaching to my patience's limit. If choosing Samara was his final decision, so let it be. I would be out of his life. I wouldn't come between them.

"Will you take care of my child, Katherine? Will you give him all the love and support a child needs? Tell me that you won't punish him for my mistakes?" I voiced out my concerns.

She put her hand down to her side, giving me a light nod with pursed lips, "You've my words. If the baby you're carrying in your womb is our blood, then he or she will never be mistreated in any way."

"I don't know if I'll be able to do this. I think I'm too young to have a child of my own." I said.

Indeed, it was one of my concerns that if I don't go for abortion then how I would be able to raise him when I was not even nineteen. I could barely take care of my allowances with the money I received from Hobsons through my cooking. I didn't have enough money to take care of my child's needs. I needed financial support from Hobsons in that matter.

Ugh. I was confused. I didn't have money to raise the kid all by myself. But, I didn't want to stay in this mansion either, if Ashar was not ready for this marriage.

Another option - I could run away from here with my baby and never ever come back, but...where would I go? How would I fulfill newborn's needs?

I sighed in defeat. This option was taking me all the way back to my first problem – money problem. There was no solution. Just why my life sucks so much?

"Don't worry about it too. I'll teach you everything." Katherine chuckled, "After years of waiting my wish is finally coming true. I can't express in words how thankful I'm to you."

Both of Ashar's parents seemed so obsessed with my baby. I tried to smile at her words, but couldn't form any response.

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I thought it would be just one time that Katherine filled up my room with baby shopping, but I was wrong. She brought several shopping bags into my room every week. Now the room where I was living looked more like a kid's room with all those colorful, bright clothes, plastic toys and stuffed animals. She was happy, very happy; her actions were evidently expressing her happiness to me.

Her husband also called me few times to ask about my health and anything I wanted. I was just thankful to them. Both of them were helping me to keep my stress level in control. Seeing their positive attitude gives me some hope that something good had still left in my life.

When my anxiety overflowed in me, I decided to grow some balls and try to talk to Ashar for one last time. I wanted to know his reasons behind his strange behavior. I wanted to know what he wanted from his own mouth. However, I had sworn to myself that this would be the last time I would let him hurt me or insult me.

I pushed opened his bedroom's door. I moved my eyes around. Flashbacks of that night shuffled through my brain as I stepped inside. My heart shrank in my chest as I felt the rush of mixed emotions – mixture of love and hate emotions. It was the second time I came to his room. This meeting would decide my fate.

His usual scent struck my nostrils. He was standing against his dresser, doing his hair through his fingers. He was in fresh clothes, looking clean-cut as if he was going somewhere. He looked at me through a mirror. I immediately turned around and locked the door because I didn't want him to step out in the middle of our conversation.

He faced me, pulling his brows down in utter confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Let's talk." I said, standing against the door.

"About?"

I looked deep into his eyes, "About us."

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Keep waiting for the upcoming twist. Meanwhile, I would like to know my regular readers' favorite book on wattpad. Please tell me your most favorite book, in that way, I'll know your taste and will get to read new good novels here.

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Marriage by Law - by N.K Pockett.

Midnight Mafia Series - by R.A Franco.

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