The dark aura dissipated, now he just looks like a man lost in his thoughts as he looks at me after his confession. I had always known that Regan loves me, he always mutters those three sweet words to me every morning before he gets up and starts working.

"I love you, Cressida I love you, I love you wife. I love you and our sons."

Those were the words he always whispers to my ear when I'm sleeping, the efforts that he puts in when I'm having a hard time because of my pregnancy, he cares a lot for me. There was never a day he ever said that he doesn't love me...

"It is true that I love the Grand Duke..." His eyes drooped and now he looks like a lost child in the middle of a busy street.

"And it is true that we love each other because we were once engaged, we promised that we'll love each other for an eternity..."

"Stop..." a tear escaped his left eye.

"Just stop... It hurts... You're hurting me..."

But I'm not the real Cressida, the pain that I felt earlier with the Grand Duke must be the real Cressida's feelings and not mine. It was so faint that it's almost unnoticeable. It's not me who loves the Grand Duke, but how should I tell Regan my feelings?

"I love you..."

Those words just came out of my mouth, it made Regan fall to his knees.

"Just who are you saying it to? I told you to stop it Cressida... Don't you know how much it hurts that I badly want to stab myself?"

"I love you, Regan Alastair Bizeviron."

He raised his head and his pale gold eyes looked at me with pure confusion. I just smiled at him before spreading my arms wide for him. "I would love it if my crybaby husband stops crying and hug me instead."

He immediately hugged me and settled his face in the crook of my neck.

"Do you think that I'm stupid enough to sleep with you for the third time? If I indeed love the Grand Duke, I would've avoided sleeping with you at all cost."

I heard him chuckling as he inhaled my scent. He moves away from me before kneeling again to kiss my bump.

"Don't you hate having a child with me?" I blurted out of nowhere.

"Me? Not at all." He responded before kissing my belly again.

"Really? You hated me back then before I got pregnant."

"Well that was before, it's all different now that you changed."

I flinched and he noticed it.

"No matter what your secret is, it doesn't matter at all to me. Just to let you know that I am always ready to listen to all of what you wanted to say."

He knows...

"How did you know?"

"Would you hate me if I said that you're being too obvious?"

What? What part of me is being obvious since I reincarnated here?

"First, is everything about you changed. I was not believing it for you're like your scheming father. But then I realized that you're really different as if you're someone else. Our first night happened because you drugged me and you forced me. I hated you for that, our second consummation night was done because of the elders' schemes. I know that you don't want me then. And the third, I seduced you."

"What are you trying to say?" I can't understand, because all he's saying is about our s*x scenes.

"I'm saying that the real Cressida would always drug me, but you did nothing during our monthly consummation nights. Also, you never got curious why you haven't received any letters from your father, the Marquis."

Letter??

"I know that you always exchange letters with your father, when I decided to get those letters, you never asked me about it. Those letters were important to you."

Those letters must be something that's connected to my father's plan to overthrow Regan.

I can only sigh and pat his head. His pale gold eyes were observing the expressions on my face.

"Now that I think about it, would you like to have a daughter?"

"What?!"

"Well, I'm just wondering. Your sister's daughter looks exactly like you, if we have a daughter she'll look exactly like you as well... Probably."

I hate the last word...

"I don't, I want to focus on raising Calix and this little angel..." It seems like the child was listening to us and he responded with a gentle kick.

"Wow, a gentle kick, not too long ago you kick like you're fighting someone in there." I giggled.

Regan stood up and walked towards the bookshelves He was looking for something, and when he found the book he was looking for, he immediately sat beside me.

"It's almost time for bed, and you haven't had your dinner yet because you are unconscious for a long time."

"Oh." I looked outside of the window and saw that it was already so dark outside.

"I'm not hungry, but I would appreciate it if you could at least give me something light."

He nodded and gave me the book before going out of the bedroom. I look down at the book and my eyes widened.

Just what the hell is this book?

Thelonious' Sovereign...

Does he intend to read a political book for a baby?

Come to think of it, the last book he read was all about a brain and a heart and their somewhat love story. I can only shake my head as I look at the book.

I stood up and walk towards the bookshelves to return this strange book, instead I, look for a book perfect to read for a baby. Regan is hopeless at childcare...

In the end, I chose The Spiderfly

Yes, this is perfect...

Soon enough Regan returned with a soup and bread. He helped me eat my food and when I felt full he took it away.

"Alright! It's bedtime story!" He excitedly say as he lay me down on the bed, when he spotted the book he immediately reached for it and looked at the front cover.

"What is this?" He asked with a disappointed face.

"A children's book."

"But I was supposed to read my son my favorite book!"

"Your son is a not an imperialist."

"But that is a good book though..." He pouted, though he opened the book that I picked.

"The Spiderfly..."

"Once there is a vast garden full of butterflies that dances with each other. The season had changed and now is the time for the butterflies to find their spouse to..." He stopped reading and then he turned to look at me.

"Do you want to give our child a s*x education of butterflies?" I glared at him.

"Ahem... And they're little spiders who looked and watched the butterflies dance with adoration in her eyes. Wishing that she have someone too."

"The spider could only watch and wished that she also have wings just like what the butterflies have."

"An idea came into her head and took the leaves and stitch them together and formed them just like butterfly wings. She was happy with the outcome. But when she tried them, she immediately fell to the ground."

"The wings that she made out of leaves were all torn up. She cannot fly for she cannot control the wings that she made. She was upset, but then a butterfly comforted her. They became closed and soon enough she learned the butterflies' situation, his wings have a long tear on them and that made him unable to fly. The spider felt sad for the butterfly, but then she remembered that her web could fix it. She helped the butterfly, now he could fly to wherever he want. This made the spider sad, she's all alone again."

"But suddenly the butterfly carried her up in the air, now the spider experienced the feeling of flying. The spider was happy, when the butterfly carried her to the pot she was living in, the spider urged the butterfly to hurry and find his spouse. Surely the butterfly wants to participate but he doesn't want to leave her."

"So he stayed."

"They had fun, they flew and did so many things together, star gazing, and such, at last they fell in love."

"The mating season ended, many of the couple spiders are weak after they laid their eggs, that goes as well for the spider and the butterfly."

"Even with their declining health, they smiled at each other as if there's nothing going on, as if they're not afraid to die. The wings fell off and now they couldn't produce web. The couple died side by side with the egg they treasured."

"Time had passed and the eggs hatched, there come out lovely worms, but the egg that the spider had laid was different, a spider came out, just like her mother, she loved the sky, sooner she spread her wings."

I immediately clapped my hands.

"That was fantastic." I commented.

"If I asked my child what he learned from that, he might say nothing is impossible."

I slapped his arm. This jerk...

Now, it's time for him to rub my belly, he took out the cream and he gently spread it on my belly.

"Regan?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think of another adoption?"

July 10, 2022

LizzannaWrites