Lie To Me

Chapter 64: End

“Calm down, Eli. She’s going to be fine,” Maxine, my cousin said.

I shook my head. “She needs me there,” I replied, looking at her husband to gesture to him to drive

faster.

Fuck.

I never thought I would feel as nervous as I am right now.

Jianna Astrid.

Someone I never thought would come in my life and would make this big difference in me.

She changed me…

She made me the person I am and I will never regret knowing her.

I still remember how Maxine bothered me just to send a text to her friend—I honestly don’t understand

why she has to be friends with her fiancée’s ex-girlfriend.

Right.

That girl was Russell’s ex-girlfriend, the girl he chased for so long before he met my cousin.

I don’t have a problem with her being nice to that girl but being friends, I don’t think so.

Sometimes, I don’t understand girls’ logic.

It’s always chaotic.

But upon seeing her—Jianna Astrid—I now understand why everyone is so fond of her. Why did

Russell chase her until he realized that there’s really no chance for them. And honestly, I was somehow

thankful that they ended.

Damn.

No offense to my cousin, but Russell made a big mistake letting this girl go.

Seeing her at my cousin’s wedding, silently watching the happenings in the wedding’s reception caught

my attention.

She was so damn beautiful.

I was watching her the whole party. I wished she joined the part where my cousin threw her bouquet,

because I swear, I will do all the damn ways to get the garter.

And I did. I got the garter but she didn’t join any of the games.

She was just sitting there, watching everything.

I thought that was the last time I would be seeing her, but luck was in part that I met her again in my

new work.

Mikael wasn’t wrong when he said I would be enjoying working in the company. Because the day I saw

her inside the conference room, introduced to as one of the managers in the company, I knew I would

be staying as long as she was there.

So, I did everything to be close to her. I became shameless asking her if I could court her a few days

after our first meeting. I would also not deny making her jealous intentionally because it turned out so

nice.

She confessed her feelings to me.

Damn.

I was so happy that time.

Finally, she’s mine and I don’t have any intention of letting her go.

I already figured out my future with her.

“Elijha!” Reysa, her best friend, called me upon approaching the delivery room.

“Where is she?” I asked worriedly.

Everyone is there, her friends and family. My family is also there.

They were all worried about my wife.

Hanzel tapped my back and pointed to the delivery room. “She’s been laboring for three hours now,” he

said.

“Three hours?” I asked.

Fuck.

My wife must have been through a lot of pain right now.

“I will see her,” I said with conviction.

They all nodded and let me. I asked for some assistance on how I can go inside to accompany my wife.

It only took a few minutes until I was already standing beside her, holding her hand as I whispered

words of encouragement.

But seeing her having this really having a hard time giving birth, I swear to myself that I will never have

another child.

“I love you,” I whispered to her ear, kissing her on the forehead with teary eyes.

She was gasping for air and tears were falling from her eyes as she held on to our child.

Our son was born.

“Oh, my god.” All that she could say as she continued crying and giving feathery kisses to our son’s

head.

Jia was immediately moved to her room after she was cleaned up, while our son had to stay in the

nursery for the prenatal checkup.

“That’s my son,” I told myself as I stood outside the nursery room, watching my son sleep in his crib.

My wife was still asleep and I asked Reysa to look for her while I checked on our son.

I still can’t believe this little guy came into me and my wife. That my wife carried and gave birth to this

wonderful gift.

“He looks exactly like you when you were a baby, son.” My dad said he was standing beside me, also

watching his first grandson. “And I felt the same the first I saw you. It felt surreal,” he added.

I nodded because indeed, it feels surreal.

When Jia told me about her pregnancy, I was beyond happiness.

I was already planning to propose because I don’t think I can’t live without her beside me. Ever since

she came, I started to love waking up early in the morning because I knew it was her I would wake up

with.

I would love to see her every morning the rest of my life.

In three years of dating, I have witnessed how beautiful inside and out my wife is. She’s so

understanding, kind, and thoughtful. It feels like I don’t have any right to be nothing but good to her as

well.

She’s a diamond that no one would want to lose.

Jia woke up five hours later. She was still high from anesthesia that she immediately cried realizing that

our son is not inside her anymore; she thought it she lost in I could imagine what ways.

“Hash, baby. You have given birth to our son and he’s in the nursery room right now,” I told her, trying to

calm her down but she won’t stop crying still.

I kissed her forehead.

“Baby, our son is fine, okay? He just need to stay in the nursery for some tests,” I added.

“Tests?” She asked, still teary from shock.

I nodded. “They are running some test to make sure that our son is fine and healthy,” I answered.

Another batch of tears fell from her eyes. “Why? Is he not healthy?”

Immediately, I shook my head. “He is, baby. Those were some usual tests they do to check on the

babies. And our son needs to go through that to assure that he is healthy and to see if he has some

illness,” I said.

“Does he have illness?” she asked more, worriedly.

I shook my head again and kissed her on the lips. “No, baby. Our baby is very fine and healthy, okay?”

“I want to see him,” she said and nodded.

“I will ask the nurse to bring him here,” I said.

Minutes after, the nurse arrived with our son still in his crib.

My wife cried again when she finally carried our son.

“Hi, baby. I’m your mommy,” she said, kissing our son’s small face. “I love you, baby.”

It was heartwarming to watch the two of most important person in my life; my wife and our son.

I couldn’t ask for more.

We had to stay in the hospital in two weeks and when we are finally discharged, my wife couldn’t take

her hand to our son. She was so attentive that even a mosquito would be scared coming near to our

son.

“Mommy,” I called.

She just put our son to sleep.

It was already past lunch time but she hadn’t eaten any because our son cried.

“Hmm?” She responded, she was watching our son adorably.

“Let’s eat while son is asleep,” I said.

“He might wake up and cry,” she said.

“We will left the door open so we will hear him if he cries,” I said but she seems conflicted. She really

don’t want to be apart to our son.

“Alright. I will just bring our food here,” I said.

Instantly, she nodded and smiled at me.

“Just a second,” I said.

I did what I said. I brought our food in our room and placed it right next to our son’s crib.

We ate and as we, my wife kept on glancing to our son.

“He won’t wake up yet, baby. You need to eat while he’s asleep,” I said, putting more rice to her plate.

My wife, how lucky I am to have the privilege to call her that.

“Thank you,” she answered, started eating.

“Anything for you,” I said, leaning on her and giving her a kiss on the lips.

Three things I learned from being with her out of so many: one, I could be happy on the simplest things.

She made me happy even when we are just at home, lazily laying on our couch and watching some TV

shows.

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Lastly, the feeling of loving back genuinely.

My wife done nothing to be perfect for me. She has showered me a lot of love hat I only felt from my

parents and never from my past relationships.

Of all the relationships I had, with her was the only one that made me to commit. She made me the

man I am today.

And I swear to spend the rest of my life being the husband and the father my wife and son deserved.

I know they deserved best and everything and I will try my best to be that.

Jia deserves that kind of husband and Luke, our son, deserves a father that he will look as a good

example.

“Baby…” I called my wife.

She was carrying our son as she was trying to put him to sleep.

I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulder, helping her carry our son.

“Thank you so much for this gift, baby.” I whispered to her ear, kissing her shoulder.

“Gift?” She asked, clueless.

I nodded. “For giving me a wonderful family that I will cherish until the end of my life,” I said.

“I didn’t give this to you, Elijah. We did this. We are both making this family and I am grateful that I am

with you doing this,” she answered.

My lips curved upward.

Damn.

My wife really has her ways to make my stomach turns.

She’s a smooth talker!

I just shook my head.

“But it was you who brought up our son to this world. I wouldn’t have him without you,” I said.

“We will still have more children, baby.” She said and automatically, moved away from her.

I was shaking my hand while she was chuckling.

“What? Don’t you want another child, baby?’ She asked more and I know she’s just teasing me.

I have told her about me not wanting to have another child because I don’t want to put her in that kind

of situation again.

I was damn scared seeing her give birth!

“No. We already have our son and he’s already enough,” I said with conviction.

But my wife being such a tease pouted and said, “But I want a daughter, baby. We still need to make

another baby until we get a daughter!”

See. She speaks as if she didn’t just gave birth.

I sighed.

Dammit!

I shook my head. “No more child for us, baby. I’m so contented with our small family. I will have a heart

attack seeing you in that situation again,” I said.

She was about to complain but I didn’t give her a chance. I kissed her on the lips so she won’t be able

to speak.