Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta then blinked when she felt the sunlight beginning to enter through the curtains of her bedroom window, but that wasn’t what made her feel different this morning. When a large hand now encircled her waist, Letta immediately turned around, seeing Marco still softly snoring behind her, and after that, Letta could only draw the corners of her lips unintentionally. The smile seemed to automatically greet her morning just because Marco was by her side. Letta didn’t know since when she had longed for a morning that felt so warm like this, nor did she know since when she started feeling sleep that didn’t make her feel at ease at all. Last night, when Marco said that he would definitely fall asleep comfortably, it made Letta truly feel it, to the point that she didn’t even wake up in the middle of the night.

Letta then turned to look at Marco, who was still closing his eyes, and for the first time, Letta could see Marco’s face up close after such a long time. His high nose, his eyes that used to gaze at people with a sharp look, now looked closed with beautiful eyelashes framing them, his strong jawline, and his full lips made Letta finally reach out to caress Marco’s face gently, making the corners of Letta’s lips twitch again with just the small touch she gave to Marco. But Letta eventually stopped her movement because she didn’t want to wake the man who could still be called her husband. Marco once again accompanied her through the night, making Letta feel something warm spreading to her heart, but just as Letta

Was about to pull her hand back, Marco suddenly stopped her. Marco grasped Letta”s palm before slowly opening his eyes.

“Good morning,” the morning greeting with a still hoarse voice made Letta silent with her heart beating fast. “Did you sleep well?” Marco asked again, making Letta nod her head.

“Yes, it was certainly evident from your loud snoring that I couldn’t sleep,” Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes.

“Since when did I never snore while I sleep?” Letta said, making Marco just shrug.

“How can you deny it? You were the one sleeping. How could you know that you snore or not? J heard it all night, it was hard for me to cover my ears because you were really sleeping in my embrace, so my hands could only hold you,” Marco said, making Letta realize once again. Even their current position was the same, with Marco opening both of his hands to embrace Letta, until Letta chose to get up from her sleep. However, Marco immediately pulled Letta’s waist back.

Letta then extended her hand and pinched Marco’s waist. At that moment, Marco began to hold both of Letta’s wrists, allowing Letta to exert all her strength to continue giving a lesson to the man who had underestimated her. Between the two of them being busy with their banter, they didn’t even realize when a little child was looking at them with a bewildered expression.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Freya asked, making Marco and Freya immediately freeze in silence. Letta then looked at Marco, and then turned to look at Freya standing right behind her.

“Sweetheart, are you awake?” Letta asked, then releasing Marco’s grip on her, just as Marco got off the bed.

“Yes, 1am awake, and I heard Mom’s laughter. It turns out Mom is with uncle,” Freya said, making Letta finally look at Marco, who also seemed confused about what he should explain to Freya.

“In fact, Mom…” Letta hadn’t even had the chance to explain their current situation, when Marco walked closer to Freya.

“Have you made your bed or opened the window like your mother always tells you every morning?” Marco asked, making Freya nod.

“Yes, Ihave. I was about to clean up, but before that, I always say hello to Mom. That’s why I came to Mom’s room,” Freya said, making Marco turn to Letta, who was still silent on the bed with the blanket still wrapped around her body.

“In that case, okay, you will also clean up. How about this morning we make breakfast and let your mother do something else?” Marco said, making Freya pause for a moment before smiling broadly.

“Can I, Mom?” Freya asked, seeking Letta’s approval, making Letta look at Marco, who was nodding as if urging Letta to approve his idea.

“Yes,” Letta answered, having no other choice, making Freya immediately turn back to look at Marco.

“Uncle, can we make breakfast for Mom?” Freya asked, as if to make sure, making Marco nod his head.

“Of course, we will make a special breakfast. How about that?” Marco said, making Freya nod enthusiastically.

“Alright then, it’s better if we clean ourselves first. You can freshen up, and I’ll freshen up as well. After that, we’ll head straight to the kitchen,” Marco said, causing Freya to nod. However, as Freya was about to leave Letta’s room, she suddenly halted and turned back to look at Marco.

“Then, what about you, Uncle? Don’t you usually use the same bathroom? Does that mean I have to wait for you?” Freya asked, causing Marco to shake his head.

“For today, your mom has allowed me to use a different bathroom, so we can clean up separately, and we’ll be done around the same time, okay,” Marco said, making Freya nod. After that, Freya went out to clean herself, and then Marco looked back at Letta, who seemed to still be silent.

“Are you surprised?” Marco asked, making Letta nod. Of course, she was surprised. So surprised that Letta didn’t even know how to explain their situation to Freya.

“Don’t worry, don’t give her explanations that are too complicated. She’s still young, even though she has a sharp mind, she’s only three years old, and we have to explain it as best as we can within her capacity to understand,” Marco said, once again making Letta fall silent.

“I don’t know, I still don’t understand, and I still don’t have a plan for what I’m going to say to her,” Letta said, making Marco smile. Marco then reached out and gently stroked Letta’s face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything, and you just need to be there, nod, and agree with what I say,” Marco said, now looking at Letta, making Letta finally look back at Marco with raised eyebrows.

“Are you sure you won’t explain anything strange?” Letta asked, making Marco laugh.

“Do you think I’m someone who always does strange things?” Marco asked, making Letta immediately answer by nodding her head.

“Yeah, sometimes your words are unpredictable, and maybe you could do something that Freya shouldn’t hear later,” Letta said, making Marco just smile. Marco then pulled Letta and embraced his wife.

“Don’t worry, I can handle this, and I can explain what we’re going to reveal to Freya in a language that she can easily understand. You just need to trust me,” Marco said, making Letta choose to exhale deeply.

“Then, I just want Freya to know that you are her father, and there’s something that has made us like this. I still haven’t thought of the reason, because I can’t possibly explain everything in detail, right?” Letta said, making Marco understand what Letta was thinking at the moment. Telling their whole story to Freya was too difficult, and it wouldn’t make Freya understand, no matter how intelligent she was, she was still a child, Marco thought.

“I’ve already taken it upon myself to handle it. Right now, what we need to do is for you to lend me your bathroom so I can make breakfast with Freya right away,” Marco said, heading straight to the bathroom. There was still something Letta needed to hide there.

“Alright then, you can use the bathroom, but wait, I have to go in for a moment. For 5 minutes, don’t come in and peek, okay,” Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows.

“What are you hiding in there?” Marco guessed as he got up from his seat, making Letta rush and run towards the bathroom.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Don’t peek!” Letta exclaimed, then closed the bathroom door. Letta grabbed some underwear hanging there. Somehow, even though Marco had known before, it still felt strange to Letta this time, making Letta quickly put it in the dirty laundry basket.

“Done, you can use it,” Letta said, making Marco immediately look towards the bathroom.

“Are you hiding tools that make you-” Marco hadn’t even finished his sentence when Letta immediately opened her mouth. Letta quickly covered Marco’s mouth and widened her eyes.

“No, I don’t have tools like that. I’m just hiding my personal stuff,” Letta said, finally gripping Marco’s arm and pulling his hand away from her mouth.

“What kind of thing do you mean? Perhaps you really know, or maybe you’re hiding it. I know life has been tough without a man for the past 2 years, but I didn’t expect you to have a reason like that, Letta. The innocent one I knew, turns out she’s secretly…”

“Stop, I don’t have it. So, it’s better for you to clean up before Freya finishes first,” Letta said, cutting off Marco’s rambling. What was the use of having such a tool, Letta thought, making Marco only able to smirk teasingly at Letta, truly making his morning entertained, Marco thought, something he would always do if Letta responded like that.