Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 35

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RACHEL’S pov.

It felt as though some drummers were drumming very loudly inside my head, causing a severe headache for me and preventing me from sleeping to my satisfaction.

As if the headache wasn’t enough, I heard a very familiar voice talking near me and although she was trying to speak in soft voice, I still found it disturbing which urged me to open my eyes quicker than I intended.

My eyes snapped open, but was forcibly shut as I was almost blinded by the brightness around me, I squinted them and slowly open them until they’ve adjusted to the brightness.

White ceilings were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, and I frowned in confusion but quickly sat up and looked around frantically -a small groan escaped my lips when I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head.

“You’re awake!” I heard Fatima exclaimed quietly, but excitedly.

Fatima? What is she doing here? No, where am I? Where’s Tasha? Aren’t we supposed to be fighting in my cafe?

“Uh…I’ll tell her to call you back, I have to hang up now” she said, that’s when I noticed my phone was pressed against her ear.

Hold on, my phone? What’s she doing with my phone?!

I looked around me again, taking note of the little details, like; bedsheets, the walls, the disinfectant smell and even my outfit…then I realized I’m in a hospital.

Hospital?

That’s when my last memory came rushing back to me, I touched my head and noticed the bandage. I guess I was rescued in time, but who rescued me? Tasha?

Nope, that’s not possible.

I tensed as Fatima pulled me into a tight hug, she rested her chin on my shoulder and hugged me tighter to the extent I was gasping for air.

“Thank goodness, you’re alright” she said.

“I…” cough “I.. won’t be alright in the next five seconds if you don’t release me” I replied, patting her back desperately and she quickly let go.

“Fuçk! Bitçh, you scared the day light outta me!” she said in a scolding tone.

For a moment, I forgot about my headache and broke into a smile, because it’s been long since I saw her; two months now. But I suddenly recalled we weren’t on talking terms, no let’s say, I wasn’t on talking terms with her.

“Rachel, I’m really sorry for hiding my real identity from you, but that was the only way I could approach and stay by your side to protect you” she paused. “It wasn’t my intention to hide, I really take our friendship seriously and I swear, I’ll never consider myself your bodyguard”

I stared at her for a moment, then took a deep breath and sighed.

“Actually, I’m not mad at you…”

“Really?!” she cut in eagerly.

I rolled my eyeballs at her.

“I’m not mad at you, I was just disappointed and…” I trailed off. “It’s fine, I miss you”

I opened my arms and called her in for a hug, which she dived in without hesitation and we hugged tightly.

But we jerked in shock and pulled apart, when Duncan pushed the door open and barged in like a mad man.

His eyes searched the room until they landed on me, he dashed towards me, pushed Fatima out of his way, held my face in his hands and crashed his lips on mine.

My eyes widened in surprise and confusion, as I wondered what’s going on, and why he seem so happy because I could feel his happiness in his kiss.
Fatima winked at me and quickly excused herself, shutting the door behind her.

The door creaked open and Fatima stuck her head inside, she cleared her throat but Duncan ignored her and didn’t break the kiss.

“Jacinta called your phone, and she’d be here any minute” she said and left completely.

Duncan sucked on my lips without giving me a chance to even kiss back, but he decided to break the kiss after a few moments. He grinned brightly as he stared at my face admiringly, which made me furrow my eyebrows.

“Ok.. can I know what’s going on?” I asked.

He grinned wider instead of replying me, then I came to a crazy conclusion and gasped.

“Don’t tell me you’re happy that I hurt my head!” I subconsciously touched my head. “Is that how much you hate me now? You’re rejoicing over my injury? Do you even have a hea…”

He crashed his lips on mine again and cut off my blabbing, but he only kissed me very briefly this time.

“Thank you, my heartbeat” was the first words he said, with a smile.

“Thank me?” I raised an eyebrow.

He stared at my face for a while, before flicking his gaze towards my stomach and let his gaze linger there.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach on instincts, and slightly turned away from him.

“Why are you behaving like a weirdo?”

“We’re having a baby” he said.

“What? A baby?!”

He nodded with a smile. I blinked a few times, then looked down at my flat stomach and hit it a little bit hard a few times, as if I would hear a baby’s cry to confirm if there’s truly a baby inside my stomach.

“What are you doing?” Duncan asked.

He caught my hand with his eyes widened in fear and panic, as he stopped me from hitting my stomach any further.

“Are you sure we’re expecting a baby?”

“Yes, and don’t hit your stomach again or you might hurt him!” he frowned sternly at his last statement.

He pulled an armchair near my bed and sat down, he dropped some papers on my laps, then signaled me to go through them.

I didn’t have to reach for the papers, before my eyes capture three words glaring right at me.

‘Pregnancy test; positive’

Positive, doesn’t that mean I’m really pregnant?

It’s not as if I’m surprised or something, because I know there’s a hundred percent possibility of me getting pregnant since I haven’t been taking any pills after sèx.

In fact, I had suspected it’s possible that I’m pregnant, since the day I puked on Duncan during our last make out session, but I’ve been in denial.

Learning about Duncan’s other lifestyle (his involvement in the Mafia world), has install an unknown fear in me and although I’m not saying it, but its making me have a second thought about having a baby with Duncan, hence, I’ve been denying this fact until today.

“Why do I think you’re looking sad? Aren’t you happy we’re having a baby?” he asked.

“Uh.. I’m…”

I didn’t know what to say. Am I feeling happy or sad or scared? I don’t know.

Duncan reached for my hands, he kissed my knuckles softly and squeezed my palms gently.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

I nodded quickly.

“Duncan, I don’t think it’s the right time for us to have kids” I said.

“Why?”

I withdrew my right hand from his and tucked some hair behind my ear.

“It’s too dangerous at the moment”

“Dangerous?”

“Yes” I answered.

“Why do you think it’s dangerous?” he asked.

I simply stared at him, wondering if I should tell him my fears or just abort this baby without his knowledge.

But he’s gonna be mad at me for the rest of his life if he finds out, because I recall lying to him that I’ve been taking pills and his reaction wasn’t so good.

“Talk to me, my heartbeat, why do you think it’s dangerous to have kids?” he asked again.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, it’s better I tell him what I think, then it’s left for him to make a decision.

“You’re searching for your mother’s murderer, right?”

He nodded.

“And of course it’s gonna bring us a lot of troubles, which I’m very certain are gonna come real soon”

“My heartbeat…. ”

“Duncan, you have enemies everywhere, imagine, just two months ago we were attacked by some people I don’t even know, how can I guarantee my child’s safety when I can’t even guarantee mine?”

“You don’t have to worry about your’s or our baby’s safety, all you have to do is take good care of yourself and leave every other thing to me, I’ll protect both of you”

He was staring in my eyes while saying these words, I could see joy, desperation and determination in his eyes.

These emotions in his eyes made me wondered why he’s hell bent on having a child of his own?

“Let’s abort it”

“NO!” he disagreed quickly, his face went blank at once and free of every emotions. “Abortion is not an option in our marriage” he added.

I frowned slightly.

“You wanna be a dad at all cost”

“Of course”

My frown deepened at his reply. Why does he want to have a child by all means? Has he contracted some kind of deadly disease, and he wanna make sure he have a heir before his death?

God forbid! Why would such a silly thought cross my mind? It’s best I ask him to know the real reason, instead of jumping into conclusion.

“I wanna ask you a question”

“Yeah” he permitted me to ask away.

“Why are you so eager to be a dad?” I asked him.

He let go of my hand, got up and joined me on the bed -I guess it’s a vip ward because this bed is almost as big as our king size bed.

He sighed deeply.

“You know, I am an only child, I grew up alone with no siblings to play with or pull a prank on”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You grew up alone with no siblings?” he nodded. “What about me? Wasn’t I with you? Doesn’t that mean I was your little sister?” I asked, referring to our days at the orphanage.

He broke into a small smile and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me sideways and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

“I’ve never considered you to be my little sister”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, not even once. I guess I’ve always being in love with you right from the start, you’re the first kid that spiked my interest when I came to the orphanage and… ” he trailed off.

I waited for him to continue but he didn’t, I slightly tilted my head and looked at his face only to see he’s blushing.

“Why are you blushing?” I asked.

He cleared his throat.

“I started finding you interesting, and eventually developed a crush on you”

“Oh”

I blinked. I never knew he was crushing on me then, because he was always cold and distant, and I had to go extra mile to make him say hello to me and be friends with him.

“So… what’s the real reason you are hell bent on having a kid?” I rephrase my question.

He stayed silent for a moment, I couldn’t wait to hear his reason but I didn’t rush him into saying it either.

“Before I came to the orphanage back then, it’s always me and my mom” he said after a long moment of silence. “I grew up without my father’s love and care, and I don’t even know what he looks like”

TO Be Continued