Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
When Ruka heard what he said, she surmised that he wanted to have dinner with her and quickly said, “No, it’s fine. Work is more important. I’m okay with eating dinner by myself.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll clear your schedule for dinner,” Elijah replied.
Ruka turned to Ren. “You don’t need to accompany me, really. You have a lot of work to do right now. I totally understand.”
“Miss Singed, you don’t need to try and convince him. You’re the most important person to him, so work can wait,” Elijah said with a chuckle.
Ruka turned to the side and locked gazes with a pair of mirthful eyes. Even she could the affection in them.
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She smiled shyly. “Alright! I’ll wait for you to come home for dinner.”
After seeing Ren off, Ruka took her phone and went out to the balcony to give her parents a call.
Claire could not hide the emotion in her voice as she asked, “Ruka, is Ren treating you alright?”
“He’s very good to me, Mom. You don’t have to worry!”
“There’s nothing for me to worry about, of course. You silly girl, you should have told us from the start and we wouldn’t have scolded you.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. It’s my fault.” Ruka felt bad for scaring her mother like that.
“It’s fine. Everything’s in the past now. All we have to do now is wait until the elections are over, and then you and Ren can get married! Your father and I have been wondering what we did in our past lives that gave us the fortune of having our daughter marry such a great man.”
Ruka did not know whether to laugh or cry. She could understand why her parents were so excited as she too had felt like she had struck gold when she found out that Ren liked her. However, while it did feel like a dream back then, she had come to accept it with time. All she wanted to do now was to improve herself and become a better person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Being the one that Ren chose to spend the rest of his life with came with a lot of added pressure. Ruka dared not even consider the thought of wasting her life away. While she looked forward to being doted on by him, she was determined to give it her all too!
At Meyers Residence.
Gilbert and his wife, Daphne, had prepared a sumptuous meal for their daughter and son–in–law to–be. Though Angela and Richard were not married yet, the wedding was taking place soon after Christmas, and all the old Meyers couple could think about was the grandchild they would soon be having.
Angela wanted to bring out her old photo albums for Richard to see, but as soon as she took them, Daphne rushed over and stopped her. “Hey! Put that down. You shouldn’t be carrying such heavy things. I’ll do it. Give it to me.”
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“Mom! Aren’t you being a little too paranoid? It’s just a photo album!” Angela shook her head helplessly. It was not like she was made of glass. She was just pregnant! She still felt the same as ever!
The only exception was the limitations imposed on the couple’s nightly activities, which was something Angela was greatly displeased with. She wanted to enjoy their honeymoon year with just the two of them.
Gilbert was enjoying a cup of tea and he laughed when he heard the exchange. “Your mother’s just too anxious. She’s been losing sleep too, you know? She didn’t sleep well at all for the past two days.”
“It’s only because I can’t wait to hold my grandchild!” Daphne fretted over her daughter. Angela was her precious baby, one she raised for so many years, and childbirth was no easy feat. How could her baby, who was scared of needles and doing blood tests, be able to withstand the pain of childbirth?
Richard took it all in and figured out the best way to shower his wife with affection. He got up and took Angela’s album from her. “From now on, leave anything that weighs over one pound to me.”
Angela snorted and leaned against his shoulder. “Why are you getting paranoid too?!”
Richard helped her to the couch before he started taking a look at the photo album. Gilbert went out to take a call, while Daphne busied herself in the kitchen.
Outside, the world was covered in a layer of clean, white snow; but inside, it was warm and cozy.
“Oh goodness me! Mom, why did you include a photo of me with my diaper soaking wet?!” Angela called out to Daphne in embarrassment.
She covered the photo with her hands and turned to the man beside her. “You’re not allowed to see this one.”
Richard smirked and did not protest. After turning the page, he saw three–year–old Angela who was a pretty little girl dressed in a princess gown. She looked adorable.
As Richard sat there flipping through the photos, he began to yearn for a daughter–one that would be as pretty and cute as Angela was.
He would spend the rest of his life loving her and protecting her.
“Let’s have a daughter! One that looks just like you,” Richard said hoarsely.
Angela smiled. “Alright.”
They continued to look at photo after photo as Angela described the event or story behind each one.
It was now afternoon.
Ruka spent the entire morning reading in the study. All of a sudden, she recalled the little kitten she saw with Ren the last time. He didn’t take it home with him. Did he leave it at a pet store for them to take care of it on his behalf?
She spotted a notebook that looked rather old. It stood out among the other books, so she reached out to grab it. She yanked on it too hard and it slipped out of her grasp.
Although she managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, a few photos still fell out and scattered on the floor.
Ruka gasped in surprise when she saw the photos. They were photos of her when she was little.
After picking them up to take a closer look, she realized they were photos taken of her when she was four or five years old. Why did she not have any recollection of it?
The toddler–sized her had a rather pompous and overbearing expression on her face. She was surprised that Ren had these photos.
“Why did he keep these ugly–looking photos of me when he could’ve kept nicer ones instead?” Ruka grumbled.
She sat down and began to look through the notebook. However, she realized that it wasn’t his notebook. Instead, the notebook was filled with squiggly lines and scrawled writing that seemed to have been done by a three–year–old.
A lightbulb went off in her head. A three–year–old? Was it me? Is this mine from when I was learning how to write back at Husson Residence?
True enough, after flipping through several pages, she found a barely readable scribble of her name, Ruka Singed.
Her heart skipped a beat. Ren must have taught her how to write when she was little. As she continued staring at the writing, her heart grew warm.
It was possible to find traces of love etched in time, after all. Ruka rested her chin on her hands and thought about how well–hidden Ren’s love for her had been. If it had not been for that, she would have at least sensed something sooner.
This was all well and good, but Ruka could still recall how fierce he was when he lectured her all the home on that fateful day when she did poorly on her exam and got drenched in the rain.
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