6. Nervousness
Sophia’s POV
As we step out of the doctor’s office, a wave of peculiar sensations washes over me. It’s as if I can feel a tiny presence inside me, even though it’s too early for any noticeable physical changes. I can’t help but share my mixed emotions with Alexander.
“You know, it feels so strange. I mean, I know it’s just the beginning, but I have this sense that something is inside me now,” I confess, a hint of wonder in my voice.
He chuckles warmly and places a hand on my shoulder, offering reassurance. “I can understand. It’s incredible, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal to have those feelings. Just remember to take good care of yourself and the baby.”
I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “I didn’t expect it to be this simple and easy. I guess I worried too much.”
Alexander grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I told you not to stress. We’ve got this.”
I nod, feeling grateful by how he always tries to put me at ease.
He looks at me and suddenly says, “How about we meet on Saturday? I’ll come over, you don’t have to stress.”
I look at him, nervousness creeping in a little. The deal between us was something i was not comfortable shatong with others and i didn’t want to have to explain myself to mt roommates, especually Jake who always had so much questions.
I twists my fingers. “I... I think I’d prefer if we met at the coffee shop we went to before. I’m a bit nervous about my roommates running into us and asking questions,” I confess, my voice tinged with nervousness.
Alexander raises an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by my insistence. “Why do you care about that?”
“It’s just...”
“Do you like one of them? Or, you are actually dating and I don’t know?” He asks, his gaze steely as he looks at me.
I immediately shake my head, meeting his gaze in the same way. “Why do you say that? It was written in the questions asked while applying and I’m sure I told you that I don’t have a boyfriend.”
His gaze shifting and he sighs gently. “Sorry for the accusation, I just can’t wrap my head around all this. Not to mention, you’re actually living with two males who are not family. To be honest, it is unsettling.”
I bit my lip, not sure how to respond that. I could understand his concerns though. He must not have been comfortable with having his unborn child in such a situation.
I look at him. “I can understand your concern but Tyler and Jake are my friends. They are like family and it really isn’t what you think. I can assure you they wouldn’t do anything to harm the child.”
He looks at me and I can tell he wants to say something else but eventually, he decides against it and instead leads me to the car.
“Let me drop you at your hospital,” he says as he helps me into the car.
As I walk toward the operating room, I catch a glimpse of my mother standing outside the hospital entrance. Her face is etched with concern, and her eyes light up when she sees me.
“Sophia, sweetheart, you’re here,” she says, enveloping me in a warm embrace. “Your father just went in for the surgery. They’re doing everything they can, but it’s nerve-wracking.”
I squeeze her hand reassuringly, my heart aching for both of them. “Mom, we have to stay positive. Dad is strong, and the doctors are doing their best. Let’s have faith in them.”
She nods, her eyes welling up with tears. “You’re right, Sophia. We have to stay strong for your father. He’s going to make it through this.”
I take a deep breath, steeling myself to be the pillar of support my family needs right now. “Mom, listen. Don’t worry about the medical bills anymore. I’ll manage to sort it out and bring the money this weekend. Right now, let’s focus on your well-being and Dad’s recovery.”
Her mother’s brows furrow in concern. “Sophia, how are you going to get so much money? I don’t want you to overexert yourself or put yourself in a difficult position.”
I offer her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her worries. “Mom, I’ve actually taken on a few extra jobs recently. I’ve been working hard, and I’ll be receiving my pay this weekend. Trust me, I’ll make sure everything is taken care of. Our priority right now is Dad’s health.”
Tears of gratitude well up in her eyes again, and she reaches out to hug me tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’ve always been so supportive, and I’m so proud of the responsible young woman you’ve become.”
I hold her close, feeling a mixture of emotions. It’s moments like these that remind me of the love and strength that bind us together as a family. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Mom. We’ll get through this together, no matter what.”
Alexander’s POV
I sit at the familiar coffee shop, waiting for Sophia to arrive, my mind drifts into contemplation. The waitress, with her exaggerated gestures comes along and walks by me for the nth time today, trying to catch my attention, but I pay her no mind.
I reflect on how everything has been going well so far. The arrangement I made with Sophia seemed to be a win-win situation for both of us. My grandfather would be pleased, and I would have my own child without the complications of a marriage or a committed relationship. It was a practical choice, driven by necessity and convenience.
But as I ponder over our situation, I can’t help but appreciate Sophia as a person. She had found herself in a difficult predicament, desperately needing the job and the financial stability it offered. Yet, she managed to maintain an easygoing nature and a sense of resilience. There’s an intriguing quality about her, one that draws me in and makes our interactions interesting.
I didn’t expect to feel a genuine connection with her, but there’s comfort in her presence. Maybe it’s the shared responsibility of bringing a child into this world, or perhaps it’s something more. Despite my initial reservations, I find myself appreciating her qualities and feeling grateful for her involvement in this arrangement.
I look at my phone, suddenly remembering the situation about her father. I couldn’t help but wonder if his surgery was successful; but it probably was, as Sophia was not sounding down in any way when I called her earlier.
As I glance at the clock, I realize that Sophia should be arriving soon. I straighten my posture, adjusting my appearance with a brief touch to my hair and a quick check of my surroundings. It is only when my hands touch my collar, I realize what I am doing and quickly remove my hand.
What was I doing acting like a man waiting for his girlfriend?
However, when the door chimes and I see her familiar silhouette enter through the door, all that evaporates for my head as I find myself smiling at her like a lightbulb.
I can’t help but take in her appearance. I had noticed from the very first time I saw her at the gate of my house. She was beautiful; cute in a way but also sassy.
As she approaches, I observe her attire. She’s wearing a simple yet stylish outfit—a flowy floral dress that accentuates her figure and complements her radiant complexion. Her hair cascades down in loose waves, adding to her natural charm. Her choice of clothing reflects her easygoing nature and lends her an air of casual elegance.
Her eyes, sparkling with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, meet mine as she enters the coffee shop. I notice a hint of nervousness in her expression, but it only adds to her appeal. There’s a certain confidence in the way she carries herself, as if she’s ready to face any challenge that comes her way.
As she approaches our table, her smile lights up the room, and I can’t help but feel a surge of warmth in my chest. It’s as if her presence brings a sense of comfort and familiarity, despite the unconventional circumstances that brought us together.
I stand up to greet her, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. My gaze trail down her stomach, noticing that it was still just as flat and no one could easily tell there was a baby in there.
“Mr. Williams,” she exclaims with a smile as she settles down. “I hope I didn’t delay you for too long?”
I shake my head gently. “No, not at all. I only just arrived here too.”
She smiles and goes on to tell me about why she was late and what happened to her in school today. I find myself just staring at her, her words only vaguely registering in my head.