Chapter 50

<Shielyn>

I smile devilishly.

“Do you have a problem, huh? Can you tell me?” I ask while combing his hair using my finger.

We are in his library, and his laptop is open.

He stopped working when I came to send his coffee.

I sit in his lap while his head is tiredly resting on my shoulder.

Kier's hands are around my waist.

“I feel like there's something up on you. Did you have a problem with the company? I am willing now to help with the company.” I said sincerely.

He had been tired and sleepless again, though he was listening to me. Whenever I say I want him to sleep with me, he will stop what he is doing, and we will sleep together.

I don’t want to see him like there's something on his mind. I want to help him and clear his mind.

I felt him intertwining our fingers, and he kissed my neck.

“Can you promise me that you w-won’t divorce me no matter what you're going to know?” He said early.

“ I don’t want to lose you, and why would I divorce you? I used to be with you, and I will be sad if we are divorced.” I answered sadly.

How can I divorce him? If he spoils me and he is giving me what I want.

He sighed and hugged me together; his hugs felt like he didn't want to lose me, and he was scared.

Scared of what?

“Are you okay?” I asked gently, and my voice was full of concern.

“I am just tired, wife.” He said hoarsely.

I frowned.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “are you going to tell me or not?!” I shriek

“You won’t like it if I tell you.” He murmured against my skin. His head is in my neck, and his other hand plays with my fingers.

“What’s your problem!” I yelled and punched his shoulder.

He lifted his head and looked at me.

“Now, you know how to get mad.” He said in amusement.

“How do you want me to react, huh?! You have been like that for days, and you don’t want to tell me what's happening to you! I am a witch, huh?! I am not a witch to guess what's on your mind!” I said furiously. My nose is smoking.

He chuckled a bit, and I looked amused in his eyes.

“What’s funny?!” I rolled my eyes at him.

“You became bolder, and If I only knew that spoiling you makes you learn how to talk back to me.” He grinned.

I glared at him and rolled my eyes.

“Don't be mad.” He coaxed me.

“Hey, wife. I am just tired, okay? You have nothing to worry about.” He assures me.

“Do you think you can make me believe you?!”

He sighed and pulled me closer to him. He hugs me.

“I think I want a baby.” He said in a low tone of voice. He couldn't utter those words.

I froze.

He wants a baby?

We haven’t talked about a baby thing, and we haven’t made that thing.

“Yeah, I know you’re not yet ready for that, that’s why I respect your decision, and I can wait, but don’t make me wait until I become fifty years old.” He groaned.

“Pardon? How old are you again?”

I am still young to have that thing, and I am scared to become a mother; what if I can’t raise my child well? I don’t want to be judged by others, and I still don't have the capability.

“Thirty-five.” His face became bitter when he said those words. It's like, he can’t accept that he is already old enough.

“Stop laughing.” He is annoyed.

He is caressing my hair.

“Hmm, I am twenty-five, and it’s too early to have a baby at my age but at your age.” I can't stop myself from laughing.

“I’m still young.” He said a matter of factly.

“Is that why it’s like there’s something on your mind?” I asked.

He nods his head.

“What gender do you want?”

“A girl.” He simply said.

This is new. A man wants a boy to be their first child.

“Why, girl?”

“So, she will look at you, and I will have a princess. I already have a queen; I just need a princess now. I want to play with dolls with her.” He groaned, “Ethan makes me feel jealous. He told me about his experience as a dad to his daughter, and I feel it’s time to have one.”

I know he will be a responsible father and love our kid very much.

I caress his hair.

I haven’t seen brother Ethan’s baby. I heard she is so beautiful and looks like her mother and sometimes his father, maybe she is mixed.

“I am scared….” I told him the truth.

“Shh, I am here. You will have me by your side. We will take good care of our kids together.”

I pouted.

“But your time and attention will not be mine anymore; it looks like you’re going to love her more,” I said bitterly. I felt the eagerness in Kier’s voice.

“You want me that you’re my baby for now?” He asked and finally looked at me. He is caressing my hair so gently and softly that it makes me feel sleepy.

“Of course! You will always be my baby.” He kissed my forehead.

His eyes are tired.

“Why are you crying, hmm?” He wiped my tears.

I sob.

“Stop crying… if you don’t want to have kids, it’s fine with me. I won’t force you. Is that okay?” He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The way he cupped and wiped my tears was so gentle and full of care.

Why is he so understanding? I think he loves me more than I love him. He always understands me and never gets tired of me, even though I am always demanding of him, and I act like a kid.

He has long patience with me.

His kindness and gentleness make me feel guilty about his attitude toward me.

How can I return all the things that he had done to me? I never understand his situation.

Instead, I will throw tantrums at him and I will complain. I acted immaturely.

“Don't cry, please.” I saw the pain in his eyes.

“Wife, wife, stop crying. Shh. I won’t open up again about that thing.” He said in fear and in a hurry.

“I’m sorry, okay? Please stop crying.” He begged.

He is hurting.

Does he hurt because I am crying?

See, he is the first one who is going to say sorry.

Confirmed. Kier loves me more than I love him.

I hug him, and I cry on his shoulder.

“So-sorry…” I sob.

“Shhh…”

I remember that when he was in Europe, I threatened him to go up and even planned to divorce. I missed him that time and acted like a spoiled brat, begging him to go home.

When did I understand his situation? When?

“Stop crying. Shhh…” Kier keeps on murmuring those words in my eyes.

Instead of stopping from crying, I cry harder. Kier's comfort, his voice's gentleness, and his understanding make me cry more.

What did I do to deserve this man? Did I do something good that God sent this man into my life?

I don’t deserve him, but I will try my best to be deserving of him. I will make myself better for both of my eyes.

“I’m sorry… Please stop crying….” He said hard, and he was about to cry if I didn't stop.

I looked at him while my face was full of tears, and he wiped them immediately.

He is so soft to me. God! I don’t deserve him.

“Don’t l-leave me!” I said like a kid.

“I won’t, I won’t… Please stop crying.” He said, and his eyes were full of pain and guilt.

“Wife, please. Stop crying.” His eyes are so sad and begging and painful.

We stayed like that for almost twenty-five minutes.

“I'm sorry….” I sob.

“Sorry for being childish.” I continued, “it’s fine with me to have kids. I am crying because you are so kind to me and so u-understanding….” I don’t know how to put all the words. I have a lot of comments from my heart, and I don't know how to tell him all of them.

“God, you scare. Don’t cry like that, okay?” He continued to wipe my tears.

I nodded my head and dipped my head into his shoulder.

We get disturbed because of his phone ringing. I side my head where his table is, and I see him get his phone.

He heaved a sigh.

“Ethan is calling.” He informed me.

I hugged him, and I heard him answer the call.

“Bro, where the hell are you?!” I heard brother Ethan’s voice, and he looked mad.

Kier answered the call while I was in his arms.

“House,” Ethan answered shortly and kissed my head.

“Come here. In the black zone.” Ethan said.

“I am busy.” He reasoned.

“Come here,” Ethan said bossily. There’s arrogance and seriousness in his voice.

“No, my wife needs me right now, and I can’t come,” Kier answered bossily.

I looked at him, and he kissed me on my forehead.

He is sweeter than my favourite gummies. I think I have too many sweets in my body.

“Y, Conrad, and I are here. You need to know something, and this is fucking urgent. We need to talk.”

Ethan's voice became more serious.

“Ethan, I can’t. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Kier insisted.

“Just go.” I mouthed to him, but he glared at me.

“Okay, this is something to do with the things that you ask for me.” Ethan ended the call.

“You should,” I said to him.

“No, I can’t leave like this. Those morons are just going to drink. I’d rather spend the rest of my night drinking with me.” Kier is caressing my cheeks.

“No, just go, and I am okay. Maybe that’s really urgent and doesn't make me feel guilty again. I already felt guilty when I asked you to come home when you were in Europe.”

I was really guilty that time. Kier gets sick because of me.

Brother Jase was mad at me because he told me that Kier’s come home without his knowledge and left him there, and he found out that it was because of me, and now they need to fly again to Europe. Remember the time Layla and I came there?

“You’re not okay; let me be with you.”

My heart melted because of it, but I knew he wanted to be with his friends.

“I cupped his face, “just go, okay? I will be fine here and watch the Chinese drama again.” I giggle; I haven’t finished the Chinese drama I am watching.

His expression changed. He seemed doesn’t seem like what I had told him.

“Stop watching those dramas and stop giggling at the male lead. I am more handsome than them.” He rolled his eyes.

I giggled even more.

“I appreciate their beauty, but you are still my husband.”

I pinch his cheeks, “go now, okay? Your friends are waiting for you. Don’t be a significant person because you are not necessary.” I tease him.

“I don’t want to go. You are not okay, and don’t you want to be with me?”

I kiss his cheeks, “of course I want! But brother Ethan said it’s urgent and you need to be there. Come on, when you come home, you will see him. I will always be with you forever!”

He smiles a little bit.

“Still, no.” I pouted.

“Nooo! come!!”

I shouted.

I don’t know how it took our arguments, but he surrendered and went with his friends. I want him to be happy and be with his friends. We are always together, and I don’t want to become selfish regarding his friends.

It’s time to give back the favour.