Chapter 114: Jealous
Noelle decides to go to the bathroom in our room, and I silently follow him up the stairs, curiosity tugging at my heart. I settle on the bed, waiting for what feels like an eternity—an hour, to be exact. Growing concerned, I get up and quietly make my way to the bathroom, only to find him standing there, lost in thought.
"Okay," I say, breaking the silence as I approach him. Without hesitation, I scoop him up into my arms. He fits against me perfectly, a weight I cherish, and I carry him back into the room, where I settle into the rocking chair by the window. The sun begins its descent, casting a warm golden glow around us as we rock gently, enveloped in a comfortable silence.
After a long moment, Noelle finally breaks the quiet. "I’m jealous," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. I’m startled by his admission—jealous?
"What? Why? Of whom?" I ask, genuinely confused by the sudden shift in the conversation.
"Oliver," he replies, his tone small and vulnerable.
"Huh?" I blink, trying to piece together his thoughts. Noelle hesitates, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"It’s not what you think; it’s just that..." He sighs, a heavy sound filled with emotion. "He’s pregnant."
I blink at him, still trying to grasp where this is going. "Okay...?" I prompt, genuinely unsure of how to respond.
"We’ve been married for three months, Thorne, and look at me! In one night, Oliver is pregnant? It’s not fair." His voice trembles slightly, and suddenly I understand the source of his distress.